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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.
ayreW mrof wrko, I sathne to my deb, het swete caelp of tser orf a dbyo ritde tuo morf aoinlbrg. uBt thne I sartt to go on a nyejuro in my ehad, igamnk my nimd rkwo aetrf my ybod’s krow is isdeihnf. Busacee ewnh I go to deb, my sgthuoht niebg eth rtpi mofr wreeh I am, afr waay ofmr uoy, to ewehr ouy are. eyhT kpee my werya eyse iwed epon, rnigsta at eht dnkesars iekl iblnd peeplo do. ctxpeE, in my mgtninaaiio, I ese yrou gieam, htoghu it’s oot kadr to ees ayhnnigt sele. kLie a gnihsni welej ghnnaig in eth iierfgrnyt hgitn, yuor agime eskam atht dol, labck tngih kloo itfluuaeb dna gyoun. See, eeucasb of yuo, my bydo oesd nto tser in hte ydeaimt and my dnmi nidsf no ecape at gnhti.

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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.
ayreW mrof wrko, I sathne to my deb, het swete caelp of tser orf a dbyo ritde tuo morf aoinlbrg. uBt thne I sartt to go on a nyejuro in my ehad, igamnk my nimd rkwo aetrf my ybod’s krow is isdeihnf. Busacee ewnh I go to deb, my sgthuoht niebg eth rtpi mofr wreeh I am, afr waay ofmr uoy, to ewehr ouy are. eyhT kpee my werya eyse iwed epon, rnigsta at eht dnkesars iekl iblnd peeplo do. ctxpeE, in my mgtninaaiio, I ese yrou gieam, htoghu it’s oot kadr to ees ayhnnigt sele. kLie a gnihsni welej ghnnaig in eth iierfgrnyt hgitn, yuor agime eskam atht dol, labck tngih kloo itfluuaeb dna gyoun. See, eeucasb of yuo, my bydo oesd nto tser in hte ydeaimt and my dnmi nidsf no ecape at gnhti.

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