Sonnets XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

William Shakespeare

 Next Poem          

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime 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;
Nor 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.

Next Poem 

 Back to William Shakespeare

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.

  • luciosorenson90

    Just read this again since my younger years. Brings back so many memories. It’s more lovely every time.