1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 27 

1	Weary with toil I haste me to my bed,
2	The dear repose for limbs with travel tired#
3	But then begins a journey in my head
4	To work my mind when body’s work’s expired#
5	For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
6	Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
7	And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
8	Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
9	Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
10	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
11	Which like a jewel hung in ghastly night
12	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
13	Lo, thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
14	For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.