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Sonnet XXVII by William Shakespeare (poetry, 1609)
"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:"
Blurb: A poem about traveling to one's companion in dreams.
Why is it worth your time?: It's fucking Shakespeare, the most celebrated author in the English language.
Plural Tags: abuse not mentioned, dreamfolk, intimate and friendly relationships
Content Warnings: None whatsoever.
Access Notes: It's Shakespeare. You can find it EVERYWHERE. Here, here's a link with notes! It's so short, we will also post it in the comments below.
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:"
Blurb: A poem about traveling to one's companion in dreams.
Why is it worth your time?: It's fucking Shakespeare, the most celebrated author in the English language.
Plural Tags: abuse not mentioned, dreamfolk, intimate and friendly relationships
Content Warnings: None whatsoever.
Access Notes: It's Shakespeare. You can find it EVERYWHERE. Here, here's a link with notes! It's so short, we will also post it in the comments below.