01 February 2016

the dark fields

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired: 

For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:

Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.

   Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
   For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.


  1. Insomnia? I also have occasional sleepless nights, but mine do not feature a restless mind; rather I am just WIDE AWAKE with no apparent reason to be awake. I try to enjoy the extra time, browse Netflix, realize that I won't die from a lousy night's sleep. As long as I don't have two such nights in a row, I function just fine the next day.

  2. Ah - a little Shakespeare to start off the day. I love it.
    Cali xoxoxo


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