Sonnet 47

1 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
2 And each doth good turns now unto the other,
3 When that mine eye is famished for a look,
4 Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother;
5 With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,
6 And to the painted banquet bids my heart:
7 Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,
8 And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
9 So either by thy picture or my love,
10 Thyself away, art present still with me,
11 For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
12 And I am still with them, and they with thee.
13 Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
14 Awakes my heart, to heart’s and eye’s delight.