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- # Sonnet 43
## Overview
This is a digital representation of "Sonnet 43" from William Shakespeare's sonnet sequence. It exists as a `sonnet` type entity within a digital archive. The sonnet was extracted on January 30, 2026, from a text file derived from a PDF.
## Context
"Sonnet 43" is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection, which includes facsimile editions of Shakespeare's works. The collection is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection and was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). "Sonnet 43" is preceded by [Sonnet 42](arke:01KG6S4BK8FSTBA71YV1KQ6APA) and followed by [Sonnet 44](arke:01KG6S4C62DGZ81AAM64R0ANMQ) in the sequence. The extraction and structuring of the sonnet were performed by a structure-extraction-lambda process, with manual edits by Structure Extraction user.
## Contents
The entity contains the full text of "Sonnet 43," which explores themes of sight, dreams, and the beloved's presence in both waking and sleeping states. The sonnet begins with the speaker seeing best when their eyes are closed, as dreams allow them to gaze upon the beloved. The text also includes page numbering and the title "SONNEYS." from the original source document.
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- When most I winke then doe mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected,
But when I sleep, in dreams they looke on thee,
And darkely bright, are bright in dark directed,
Then thou whose shaddow shaddowes doth make bright,
How would thy shadowes forme, forme happy show,
To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
When to un-seeing eyes thy shade shines so?
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# SONNEYS.
How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made,
By looking on thee in the liuing day?
When in dead night their faire imperfect shade,
Through heavy fleece on fightless eyes doth stay?
All dayes are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright daies when dreams do shew thee me.
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- Sonnet 43