Clasics in Ñspel: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed – William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 27

Sonit 27: Wiri wɖ tôl, I hest m t mî bed

WIŁM ŚECSPIR

Wiri wɖ tôl, I hest m t mî bed,
Ɖ dir rpoz fr limz wɖ travl tîrd;
Bt ɖen bginz a jrni in mî hed
T wrc mî mînd,

ẃn bodi’z wrc’s xpîrd:

Fr ɖen mî ʈts – fṛm far ẃr I abîd –
Intnd a zeḷs pilgṛmij t ɖi,
N cīp mî drūpñ îlidz opn wîd,
Lcñ on darcnis ẃć ɖ blînd d si:
Sev ɖt mî soul’z imajinri sît
Priznts ɖî śado t mî sîtlis vy,
Ẃć, lîc a juwl huñ in gastli nît,
Mcs blac nît bytịs, n hr old fes ny.
Lǒ! ɖus, bî de mî limz,

bî nît mî mînd,

Fr ɖi, n fr mslf, no qayt fînd.

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CLASICS IN ÑSPEL

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2 thoughts on “Clasics in Ñspel: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed – William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 27

    1. Kind of you to say so, Meg. One of the easier sonnets to get one’s head around.

      Spike Milligan: “I thought I’d begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.”

      Keep smiling

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