Margeurite
SONNET NO.
61
Is it thy will
thy image should keep open,
My heavy eyelids
to the weary night?
Dost thou desire
my slumbers should be broken,
While
shadows like to thee do mock my
sight,
Is it thy
spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home
into my deeds to pry
To find out
shames and idle hours in me
The scope and
tenure of thy jealousy?
0 no!
Thy love, though much is not so great:
It is my love
that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true
love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the
watchman ever for thy sake,
For thee watch I,
whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off,
with others all too near.
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