Sonnet LXI

Is it thy will thy image should keep open	1
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?	2
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,	3
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?	4
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee	5
So far from home into my deeds to pry,	6
To find out shames and idle hours in me,	7
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?	8
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:	9
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;	10
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,	11
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:	12
For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,	13
From me far off, with others all too near.	14