Weary with t0il, I haste m3 2 my b3d,

Teh d3ar rep0se 4 limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a j0urney in my h3ad,

2 w0rk my mind, when b0dy’s w0rk’s expired:

4 then my th0ughts (fr0m far where I abide)

Intend a z3a10us pilgrimage 2 th33,

Adn k33p my dr00ping ey3lids op3n0r wide,

L00king on darkness which teh b1ind do s33:

Save that my s0u1’s imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow 2 my sight1ess view,

Which, like a jew3l hung in ghastly night,

Makes b1ack night beaut30us adn her 01d faec n3w.

L0, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

4 th33, adn 4 myself, n0 quiet find.