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Sonnet 61

           ,         ,         ,        ,            x
      Is it | thy will,| thy im|age should | keep^open
          ,      ,    ,             ,      ,
      My hea|vy eye|lids to | the wear|y night?
             ,        ,         ,          ,           x
      Dost thou | desire | my slum|bers should | be broken,
              ,         ,         ,          ,         ,
      While* shad|ows like | to thee | do* mock | my sight?
          ,         ,       ,            ,            ,
      Is it | thy spir|it that | thou sendst | from thee
           ,           ,       ,        ,         ,
      So* far | from home | into | my deeds | to pry,
       .   T   T     T         ,       ,         ,
      To find out shames | and id|le hours | in me,
            ,          ,      ,        ,      ,
      The scope | and ten|or of | thy jeal|ousy?
          ,         ,              ,        ,         ,
      O* no,| thy love | though* much,| is not | so great,
          ,        ,           ,           ,       ,
      It is | my love | that keeps | mine^eye | awake:
            ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      Mine^own | true* love | that doth | my rest | defeat,
           ,          ,        ,     ,          ,
      To play | the watch|man ev|er for | thy sake:
            ,          ,            ,           ,          ,
      For thee | watch^I,| whilst thou | dost wake | elsewhere,
            ,        ,          ,       ,          ,
      From me | far^off,| with oth|ers all | too near.

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