William Shakespeare: Sonnet 047

William Shakespeare

(1564-1616)

THE SONNETS

 

47

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,

And each doth good turns now unto the other,

When that mine eye is famished for a look,

Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother;

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,

And to the painted banquet bids my heart:

Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,

And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.

So either by thy picture or my love,

Thy self away, art present still with me,

For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,

And I am still with them, and they with thee.

Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight

Awakes my heart, to heart’s and eye’s delight.

 

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