When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

William Shakespeare





If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

William Shakespeare




Where I'm Bound


Can you hear it cross the valley
Can you hear that mournful sound
I'm riding rails of silver
Going to where I'm bound
High above the fields of clover
On a lazy, hot July
When I get to where I'm going
I'll hold my head up high
I will roll across these mountains
I will take the last train out
Riding rails of silver
Going to where I'm bound
Roses, dust and ashes
Throw them where I lay
And if by chance you see me
There'll be no sorrow on my face
For I will see the beauty
I only wish that you could see
I'll leave my body weakened
I'll leave my soul to wander free, so free
So if you should see a diamond
Fall down from the sky
It is just a teardrop
From the corner of my eye
As goodbye, as I fly
To where I'm bound.
(This is my favorite "Patty Loveless" song...and what are song's but poetry put to music.)
Written by:Daryl Burgess and Tom Britt





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