Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took

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, art 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.