Poet's Corner: Sonnet 27 by Shakespeare

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

A sonnet because Minor is on a field trip to watch the play Romeo and Juliet.

Sonnet 27 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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Comments

[smallhobbit]

I like the presence of chocolate in the poetry collage :)

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Yes, it's a great wrapper. I like the presence of chocolate...everywhere...especially in my Secret Drawer :)