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- # Sonnet 27
## Overview
This document is section 27 of a collection, identified as a sonnet. It was extracted from a PDF file on January 30, 2026.
## Context
This sonnet is part of the larger collection titled "[SONNETS.](arke:01KG6S4GWYPZNAPTTX8SV5VW42)", which is contained within the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. The text originates from the file named "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)". It follows Sonnet 26 and precedes Sonnet 29.
## Contents
Sonnet 27 is a 14-line poem written in English. The text explores the theme of sleeplessness and the torment of the mind during the night, contrasting with the body's need for rest. The speaker describes a "journey in my head" where thoughts travel to a beloved, keeping their eyes open despite weariness. The poem uses imagery of the "soules imaginary fight" and a "jewell (hunge in gaffly night)" to illustrate how the mind's thoughts can illuminate the darkness. The sonnet concludes with the speaker finding no rest, either by day or by night, due to their constant thoughts and toil.
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- W Eary with toyle, I hast me to my bed,
The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,
But then begins a iourny in my head
To worke my mind, when boddies work’s expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee,
And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind doe see.
Saue that my foules imaginary fight
Presents their shaddoe to my fighties view,
Which like a jewell (hunge in gaffly night)
Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.
Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my felse, noe quiet finde.
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H Ow can I then returne in happy plight
That am debard the benefit of rest?
When daies oppreffon is not eazd by night,
But day by night and night by day opreft.
And each (though enimes to ethers raigne)
Doe in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toyle, the other to complaine.
How far I toyle, still farther off from thee.
I tell the Day to please him thou art bright,
And uo’st him grace when clouds doe blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart complexiond night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou guil’st th’ eauen.
But day doth daily draw my forrowes longer, (stronger
And night doth nightly make greeses length feeme
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