Shakespeare - Sonnet 28

Here is my favourite sonnet of Shakespeare. It has a hint of fatality, hence an utterly romantic atmosphere...I won't insult Shakespeare by overanalysing his beautiful words, they speak for themselves anyway:

How can I then return in happy plight, 

That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? 

When day's oppression is not eased by night,

But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? 

And each, though enemies to either's reign, 

Do in consent shake hands to torture me; 

The one by toil, the other to complain 

How far I toil, still farther off from thee. 

I tell the day, to please them thou art bright 

And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: 

So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, 

When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.

   But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer

   And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.