[00:00.00]Is it thy will thy image should keep open
[00:04.94]My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
[00:07.78]Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken ,
[00:12.72]While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
[00:15.61]Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
[00:19.72]So far from home into my deeds to pry,
[00:24.63]To find out shames and idle hours in me.
[00:28.27]The scope and tenour of thy jealousy?
[00:32.45]O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
[00:40.11]It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
[00:43.80]Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
[00:47.86]To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
[00:52.26]For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
[00:59.71]From me far off, with others all too near.