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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Language: English

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
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.

Translation(s): RUS ITA FRE

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Samuil Yakovlevich Marschak (1887 - 1964) , title 1: "Сонет XXVII" ITA FRE
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Text added to the website: 2003-11-19.

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Trudami iznurjon, khochu usnut'

Language: Russian (Русский)

Trudami iznurjon, khochu usnut',
Blazhennyj otdykh obresti v posteli. 
No tol'ko ljagu, vnov' puskajus' v put' -
V svoikh mechtakh - k odnoj i toj zhe celi. 
Moi mechty i chuvstva v sotyj raz
Idut k tebe dorogoj piligrima,
I, ne smykaja utomlennykh glaz,
Ja vizhu t'mu, chto i slepomu zrima. 
Userdnym vzorom serdca i uma
Vo t'me tebja ishchu, lishennyj zren'ja. 
I kazhetsja velikolepnoj t'ma,
Kogda v nejo ty vkhodish' svetloj ten'ju. 
Mne ot ljubvi pokoja ne najti. 
I dnjom i noch'ju - ja vsegda v puti.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Text added to the website: 2003-11-19.