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Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sonnet 113
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Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sonnet 113Sonnet 113
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Synopsis:
In this first of two linked sonnets, the poet confesses that everything he sees is transformed into an image of the beloved.
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
4Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth ⌜latch;⌝
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
8Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch.
For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favor or deformèd’st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
12The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine ⌜eye⌝ untrue.