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 blessed 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