Sorry, Avimimus, but your post (starting at"I've read a lot...") just had to be fed into the multilingual word-mangler. This was the result:
:mrgreen:

That's obviously exactly what he meant, lol. :grin:

(Lol It is the exact meaning, he found)

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.

Tired of struggling, we are on my mind, the body will work to prevent a journey that has expired limb of the response given the fatigue of the trip begins in my head, I'm in a hurry I love being in my bed was. Go on a pilgrimage, you are in my opinion, I looked at please dark is not see my eyes blind droop, it is huge (I'm from: ) and I make sure that you leave please think. In my opinion, the jewelry store is (hang terrible night), black night like a shadow vision of your beautiful soul fictional, his we are face her old proposes a novel blind Make sure. Therefore, the foot is not really my own search for a quiet day for you in the discretion of the night.