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