Sonnet 43 by William Shakespeare

When I most I wink, then do my eyes best see,
For all the day they veiw things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they leook on thee,
And darkly bright , are bright in dark directed.

Then thow, whose shadow's form form happy snow
To clear the 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.