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| When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, | 1 |
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| For all the day they view things unrespected; |
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| But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, |
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| And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed. |
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| Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, | 5 |
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| How would thy shadow's form form happy show |
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| To the clear day with thy much clearer light, |
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| When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! |
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| How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made |
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| By looking on thee in the living day, | 10 |
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| When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade |
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| Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! |
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 All days are nights to see till I see thee, |
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| And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. |
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