Is it thy will thy image should keep open...
Sonnet 61Is 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 tenor of thy jealousy? O, 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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Do you want the thought of you to keep me awake all night, and me to be tormented by visions of you? Is it your spirit that you send here to me, to keep an eye on all my doings and check me out when I’m wasting time, because you care about me?
No, even though you love me, you don’t love me that much. It’s my own love that makes me lose sleep, and stay awake all night for you.
I stay awake for your sake, while you’re awake somewhere else… far from me, but much too near someone else for my liking.
No, even though you love me, you don’t love me that much. It’s my own love that makes me lose sleep, and stay awake all night for you.
I stay awake for your sake, while you’re awake somewhere else… far from me, but much too near someone else for my liking.