XXVIII

"But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger."

Oh how love the Bard.
Another!
XXVII
Weary 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.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.


life just waxes dreadful at the moment. exams are over, and I know something bad has to happen.
This is a gift, it comes with a price.
Some songs can be applied to any situation you want
That, or you just haven't really read the lyrics fully.