[00:00.000]Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,[00:03.790]The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;[00:08.300]But then begins a journey in my head,[00:11.000]To work my mind, when body's work's expired:[00:16.580]For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,[00:21.780]Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,[00:24.560]And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,[00:28.000]Looking on darkness which the blind do see[00:33.750]Save that my soul's imaginary sight[00:37.600]Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,[00:41.450]Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,[00:45.370]Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.[00:50.670]Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,[00:56.560]For thee and for myself no quiet find.