| WHEN most I wink, then do mine eyes best see | |
| For all the day they view things unrespected; | |
| But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, | |
| And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed. | |
| Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, | 5 |
| How would thy shadow’s form form happy show | |
| To the clear day with thy much clearer light, | |
| When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! | |
| How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made | |
| By looking on thee in the living day, | 10 |
| When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade | |
| Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! | |
| All days are nights to see till I see thee, | |
| And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. |