How can I then return in happy plight...
Sonnet 28How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me; The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please them thou art bright And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger. |
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How can I be upbeat when I can’t get any rest? My nights and days don’t relieve each other but exhaust me in turn. Both Night and Day (though they war with one another) join forces to torture me. Day loads me with work, and Night makes me think how far away I’m working from you.
To pacify the Day, I tell him that your brightness livens up grey days. Likewise to the dark Night I say that when there are no twinkling stars, she can rely on you to lend grace to the darkness instead.
But each day, daylight hours seem to drag my sorrows out for longer, and each night my grief gets worse.