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