Sonnet XLVII -- Sonnet  47

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are 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 heart's and eye's delight.
Larry Gleason, reader
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