Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed... (Sonnet XXVII) Lyrics

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

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

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

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