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

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