"The Poet's Corner..."

"Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?"

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 owest; 

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 

   When in eternal lines to time thou growest; 

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, 

   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shaksepeare