WHEN MOST I WINK,THEN DO MINE EYES BEST SEE,
FOR ALL THE DAY THEY VIEW THINGS UNRESPECTED;
BUT WHEN I SLEEP,I DREAM THEY LOOK ON THEE,
AND,DARKLY BRIGHT,ARE BRIGH IN DARK DIRECTD.
THEN THOU,WHOSE SHADOWS DOTH MAKE BRIGHT,
HOW WOULD THY SHADOW'S FORM HAPPY SHOW
TO THE CLEAR DAY WITH THY MUCH CLEARER LIGHT,
WEN THE UNSEEING EYESTHY SHADE SHINES SO!
HOW WOULD,I SAY,MINE EYES BE BLESSED MADE,
BY LOOKING ON THEE IN THE LIVING DAY,
WHEN IN DEAD NIGHT THY FAIR IMPERFECT SHADE
THROUGH HEAVY SLEEPON SIGHTLESS EYES DOTH STAY!
ALL DAYS ARE NIGHTS TO SEE TILL I SEE THEE,
AND NIGHTS BRIGHT DAYS WHEN DREAMS DO SHOW THEE ME.