Sonnet 61: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open

1Is it thy will, thy image should keep open

2My heavy eyelids to the weary night?

3Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,

4While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?

5Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee

6So far from home into my deeds to pry,

7To find out shames and idle hours in me,

8The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?

9O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:

10It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:

11Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,

12To play the watchman ever for thy sake:

13 For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,

14 From me far off, with others all too near.