Luyện nghe bài hát Viii. Escalation - C - (sonnet Xxvii)

Weary with toil, I me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs travel tired;
But then begins a in my head,
To my mind, when body's work's expired:
For my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a pilgrimage to thee,
And my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on which the blind do see
Save that my imaginary sight
thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel in ghastly night,
Makes black night and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by my mind,
For thee and for no quiet find.