1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 47 

1	Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
2	And each doth good turns now unto the other.
3	When that mine eye is famished for a look,
4	Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
5	With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,
6	And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
7	Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest
8	And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
9	So either by thy picture or my love,
10	Thyself away art present still with me#
11	For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,
12	And I am still with them, and they with thee#
13	Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
14	Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.