Sonnet 21 - When I last saw thee,

When I last saw thee, I did not thee see,

It was thy Image, which in my thoughts lay

So lively figured, as no time's delay

Could suffer me in heart to parted be;

And sleep so favourable is to me,

As not to let thy loved remembrance stray,

Lest that I waking might have cause to say

There was one minute found to forget thee;

Then since my faith is such, so kind my sleep

That gladly thee presents into my thought:

And still true lover-like thy face doth keep

So as some pleasure shadow-like is wrought,

Pity my loving, nay of conscience give

Reward to me in whom thy self doth live.