The Poetry Corner

The Sonnets XLVII - Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

By 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 famishd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my loves picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my hearts guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present 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 hearts and eyes delight.