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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bedWeary 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....