Shakespeare's Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,Looking on darkness which the blind do see:Save that my soul’s imaginary sightPresents thy shadow to my sightless view,Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

Worn out by work, I hurry to bed, that welcome resting place for limbs tired from travel. But then a journey begins inside my head, keeping my mind at work when my body's work is over. From this distant place where I am staying, my thoughts set out on a devoted pilgrimage to you. They hold my heavy eyelids wide open, staring into the darkness that blind people see. Except that my imagination brings your image before my unseeing eyes. Like a jewel hanging in the dreadful night, it makes the black night beautiful and gives its old face new life. So by day my limbs, and by night my mind, find no rest, because of you and because of me.