DREAMING IN WHITE
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
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.
Sonnet 43