Poetry: Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

Sonnet 18 (by William Shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short to date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd.
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Now shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see.
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

~ William Shakespeare

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