Thy bosom is endeared with all...
Sonnet 31Thy bosom is endeared with all
Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me. |
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In you, all the hearts that I had supposed dead (purely because they weren’t with me), are in fact alive. In your heart Love and all his attributes lives, as well as those past lovers I thought dead.
To think how much I cried over those people! Now I see they just happened to be hidden, within you. You’re the place where all my past romances have ended up: all the notches in my bed are yours. Each of my lovers relocated the bits of them I adore to you – so now all the respect and love I ever paid any of them is directed at you. You’ve collated all the esteem I gave to them individually. Everything I loved in them, I see in you, and you (the sum of all of them) own the entirely of me.
To think how much I cried over those people! Now I see they just happened to be hidden, within you. You’re the place where all my past romances have ended up: all the notches in my bed are yours. Each of my lovers relocated the bits of them I adore to you – so now all the respect and love I ever paid any of them is directed at you. You’ve collated all the esteem I gave to them individually. Everything I loved in them, I see in you, and you (the sum of all of them) own the entirely of me.