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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,
Thyself away
art resent 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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