Luyện nghe bài hát Iv. Finite Bees - (sonnet Xliii)

When most I wink, then do mine best see,
For all the day they view unrespected;
But when I sleep, in they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in directed.
Then thou, whose shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy
To the day with thy much clearer light,
When to eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be made
By looking on in the living day,
When in night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes stay!
All days are nights to see I see thee,
And nights bright days when do show thee me.