Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
To what shall I compare thee?
Nay: to a spring day,
Full of life and beauty.
Yes, spring – the warmth
After the winter, after the cold;
A touch that revives all life:
Hiders come out, flowers unfold.
Could I have a chance at spring?
And be awoken to something new?
Like the first flower upon a tree,
Or the first drop of untouched dew?
To see the sun rise in your eyes
From morning to morning –
Rays that brighten all it touches
And gives the birds joy to sing.
Spring, begin to touch me,
Awaken me that lay dormantly;
Let me grow in spring,
Let me be like you – free.