Sonnet No. 27
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 works expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eye-lids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see,
Save that my souls imaginary sight ,
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view ,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Make 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.
Note the repetition of the following words, we find-night,
night, night, my bed, my head, my mind, my thoughts, my
drooping eye-lids, my souls imaginary sight, my sightless view,
my limbs, my mind, my self (see 26, 28, 29, 43 and 61).
Here Bacon tells us that he is lying in his bed-unable to
get to sleep because of his thought of his love Marguerite-that
his body is far away from her but that his thoughts make a
pilgrimage to her and keep him awake. That his eyes are
looking on darkness but that his soul's imaginary sight presents
her shadow (image) to his eyes which cannot see in the dark
but that it makes night beautiful but that his mind can find
no quiet in his thoughts.
He continues in the following Sonnet No.28.