Poetry Month: Week Three with William Shakespeare

Finally, perhaps my favorite recording in awhile, I read a sonnet by a man who may be more well known for his plays than his poetry, William Shakespeare. I personally picked this one out from Shakespeare’s sonnets. I found it to be one of my favorites and you will too! I hope.

Sonnet Twenty Seven by William Shakespeare

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.

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