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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travail 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.
eayWr fmro wrko, I haetns to my bde, hte eewst calpe of tser ofr a ydob rtide out mrof aoglnbri. utB nhte I ttasr to go on a oyuenrj in my ehda, ankigm my indm orwk earft my dboy’s krow is ndfieish. eBucesa newh I go to deb, my thtosghu ienbg teh trpi omfr rehwe I am, rfa awya rmfo uoy, to erewh you rae. yeTh eepk my arwey seye idwe onpe, gintras at het esknsdar leki nibld peleop do. eExtpc, in my otainmiinag, I see uryo eiagm, toghuh it’s oot krda to see ganhyint esel. iekL a ignhnsi ewjel innaghg in hte ieiyrrtgnf nitgh, uryo iameg smeka atht old, ckalb ghtni oklo afuultbei nad nyogu. eSe, eauesbc of you, my obyd dseo tno etrs in eht medaiyt nad my mndi dnisf no caeep at ingth.

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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travail 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.
eayWr fmro wrko, I haetns to my bde, hte eewst calpe of tser ofr a ydob rtide out mrof aoglnbri. utB nhte I ttasr to go on a oyuenrj in my ehda, ankigm my indm orwk earft my dboy’s krow is ndfieish. eBucesa newh I go to deb, my thtosghu ienbg teh trpi omfr rehwe I am, rfa awya rmfo uoy, to erewh you rae. yeTh eepk my arwey seye idwe onpe, gintras at het esknsdar leki nibld peleop do. eExtpc, in my otainmiinag, I see uryo eiagm, toghuh it’s oot krda to see ganhyint esel. iekL a ignhnsi ewjel innaghg in hte ieiyrrtgnf nitgh, uryo iameg smeka atht old, ckalb ghtni oklo afuultbei nad nyogu. eSe, eauesbc of you, my obyd dseo tno etrs in eht medaiyt nad my mndi dnisf no caeep at ingth.

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