Sonnet Xlvii

William Shakespeare

     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.

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