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XLIII.
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,
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,
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.
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