Sonnet 113. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind

And that which governs me to go about

Doth part his function, and is partly blind

Seems seeing, but effectually is out:

For it no form delivers to the heart

Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch

Of his quick objects hath the mind no part

Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: