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Sonnet XXVII by William Shakespeare

Weary with toils, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begin 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 hope I'm using Latin correctly when I call myself Lumino Dormiens, "sleeping light."
If I have a son, his name will be Cloud, after my favorite FF character. He is unlikely to be related to me biologically, though.

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