Sonnetsday 20

Can you believe it? 20 days of sonnets already!

XXVIII. OW can I then return in happy plight,         That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?         When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me; The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day to please him, thou art bright And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven; So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not, thou gild'st the even.       But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer       And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger. W.S.

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