William Shakespeare
1564-1616
Sonnet XLVII
Betwixt mine
eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good
turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye
is famish'd 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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