Sonnet 27 Maria Gagea Shakespeare, West University of Timișoara, Romania

West University of Timișoara Romania Sonnet XXVII 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 gh