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Shakespeare, William: XLVII. Sonnet

Portre of Shakespeare, William

XLVII. Sonnet (English)

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished 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,
Thy self away, art present 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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