Coil - Viii. Escalation - C - (sonnet Xxvii) lyrics

rate me

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,<br />

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;<br />

But then begins a journey in my head,<br />

To work my mind, when body's work's expired:<br />

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,<br />

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,<br />

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,<br />

Looking on darkness which the blind do see<br />

Save that my soul's imaginary sight<br />

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,<br />

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,<br />

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.<br />

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,<br />

For thee and for myself no quiet find.

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