Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, <br />And each doth good turns now unto the other, <br />When that mine eye is famished for a look, <br />Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, <br />With my love's picture then my eye doth feast <br />And to the painted banquet bids my heart; <br />Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, <br />And in his thoughts of love doth share a part. <br />So, either by thy picture or my love, <br />Thyself, away, art present still with me; <br />For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, <br />And I am still with them, and they with thee; <br /> Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight <br /> Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-47-betwixt-mine-eye-and-heart-a-league-is/
