Is it thy will thy image should keep open <br />My heavy eyelids to the weary night? <br />Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken <br />While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? <br />Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee <br />So far from home into my deeds to pry, <br />To find out shames and idle hours in me, <br />The scope and tenure of thy jealousy? <br />O, no, thy love, though much, is not so great; <br />It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, <br />Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, <br />To play the watchman ever for thy sake. <br /> For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, <br /> From me far off, with others all too near.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-61-is-it-thy-will-thy-image-should-keep-o/
