Author: William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts—from far where I abide— Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
Type of Poem: Sonnet
Date Written: 1609-01-01
Date Published: 1609-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Toil, Love, Restlessness, Night, Thought
Source: Shakespeare's Sonnets
Publisher: First Folio
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A sonnet describing the speaker's weariness from toil, yet finding no rest in sleep due to thoughts of the beloved that keep the mind active through the night.
The sonnet is one of the most enduring and celebrated forms of poetry, known for its strict structure and profound themes. With a history spanning centuries, sonnets have been used to explore love, beauty, politics, and mortality, all within the confines of just 14 lines.
Sonnets are characterized by their precise form and rhyme scheme, which vary depending on the type of sonnet. Here’s a closer look:
The sonnet’s enduring appeal lies in its ability to condense complex emotions and ideas into a small but potent package, making it a favorite form for poets seeking to explore profound themes with precision and elegance.