Sonnets As Goodnight Stories

"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."

 One of my favorite of the multitude of Shakespeare's Sonnets, this is number 27. As in Sonnet 27, not my 27th favorite. It was given to me in class in a moment, and I've remembered it ever since. One could remember worse things, that's for sure, but sure is that this sonnet marked me.

I also leave you with one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard, which I will intend to learn on the guitar for quite some time to come.

 
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