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    William Shakespeare - Sonnet 24 - John Gielgud


    by poetictouch

    Sir John Gielgud reads Shakespeare's Sonnet 24.

    Sonnet 24
    by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

    Mine eye hath played the painter, and hath steeled
    Thy beauty's form in table of my heart.
    My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
    And perspective it is best painter's art.
    For through the painter must you see his skill
    To find where your true image pictured lies,
    Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
    That hath his windows glazèd with thine eyes.
    Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
    Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
    Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun
    Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.
    Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art:
    They draw but what they see, know not the heart.