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 show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy 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 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.

 

Tags: Shakespeare, love, poem, poetry, sleep, sonnet

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Isn't he a sweety! Many of the sonnets are exquisite summaries of a single thought/theme and are quite breathtaking. I take it that "imperfect" means incomplete rather than the more modern sense.

If you don't mind a personal question: are you in love, Dallas?
Yes, they are. It astounds me that his words, nearly 400 years later (+/-), can still bring me to tears.

Looking up imperfect at etymonline.com, I would say you are probably correct. But it is difficult to know exactly what Shakespeare meant by it. It doesn't sound like a compliment.

No, I am not in love. Though I would love to be both loved and in love. Alas, that is not my fate.

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