Change in pace :)

Okay, I think I’ll do two sonnets a day during the break.  This will:  (a)  improve my chances of finishing on time, in case I skip days later;  (b)  give me a time to re-do some sonnets, in case I finish early.

So here’s today’s first sonnet:

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XXVII

  Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

  The dear repose 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’ll call an exceptionally early volta:  The for at the beginning of line 5.

And I’ll write again in the evening—