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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 blessèd 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.
My eeys krow ebts henw I’m eealsp, seuabec lal ady tyeh kloo at tnishg I don’t caer butao. Wenh I peels, my dgaermni eesy gtialh on ouy nad ettilgr iybghrtl in eht kadr, nghiva uondf yrou btihgr gaemi heert. iGnve thta royu aohwsyd drmea-aiegm thibsgner evne teh akrd, who ritgbh ightm oyu araepp in ihltydga, hewn ouyr nwo tighl is so cuhm cerrlea? How girthb, ewnh yuor odsahw inshes so bythilrg to my eyse dldebni by asksednr? haWt gdoo oulwd it do my esye to ese uoy in het ieaymdt ewnh yhte ryeadla lkoo at oury btufuaile iagme in the edda of gnhit, as I slepe? vEyer day is as rkda as ihtng unitl I etg to see oyu gnaai, dan eryev tignh is as rghibt as day nhwe I see you in my asrdem.

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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 blessèd 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.
My eeys krow ebts henw I’m eealsp, seuabec lal ady tyeh kloo at tnishg I don’t caer butao. Wenh I peels, my dgaermni eesy gtialh on ouy nad ettilgr iybghrtl in eht kadr, nghiva uondf yrou btihgr gaemi heert. iGnve thta royu aohwsyd drmea-aiegm thibsgner evne teh akrd, who ritgbh ightm oyu araepp in ihltydga, hewn ouyr nwo tighl is so cuhm cerrlea? How girthb, ewnh yuor odsahw inshes so bythilrg to my eyse dldebni by asksednr? haWt gdoo oulwd it do my esye to ese uoy in het ieaymdt ewnh yhte ryeadla lkoo at oury btufuaile iagme in the edda of gnhit, as I slepe? vEyer day is as rkda as ihtng unitl I etg to see oyu gnaai, dan eryev tignh is as rghibt as day nhwe I see you in my asrdem.

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