The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view
like a jewel hung in ghastly night
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.