Sonnet Xlvii Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xlvii

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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 17 September 2015

....a wonderful poem with a beautiful theme ★

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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