Shakespeare – Sonnet 27

||Shakespeare – Sonnet 27

Shakespeare – Sonnet 27

Martin Droeshout, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

I love this poem by Willaim Shakespeare.  I think it is a wonderful description of those sleepless nights when your mind is racing and just will not settle – no matter how tired your body is.

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