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letra de sonnet 27 - the marlowe society

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weary with toil, i haste me to my bed
the dear repose for limbs with travail 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

- the marlowe society

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