When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
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For all the day they view things unrespected
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But when I sleep in dreams they look on thee
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And darkly bright are bright in dark directed
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Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright
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How would thy shadow's form form happy show
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To the clear day with thy much clearer light
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When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so
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How would I say mine eyes be blessed made
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By looking on thee in the living day
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When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
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Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay
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All days are nights to see till I see thee
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And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me
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Sonnet 43
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| Rufus Wainwright |
