Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –
“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 head
To 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 sight
Presents 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.”
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I kneo this feeling all too well!
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For me it happens on the weekend when I’m trying to rest. I’d day down to take a nap and can’t fall asleep because my brain chooses then to be creative. Poetry just starts pouring out. I like the creativity just wish it would choose a better time 😁
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Beautiful quote, thanks for sharing 🙂
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You’re welcome. ☺
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Nice, literary, but also insightful . I love Shakespeare, and I love this. ❤
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Thank you! ☺
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