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