April 2, 2020 by Melanie L.
May I compare you to a summer’s day?
You are more lovely and more moderate:
Though rough winds shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease has all too short a date;
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
And often his gold light is shroud in cloud;
And everything of beauty will oft rot,
By chance or Nature’s changing course, no doubt;
But your eternal summer will not fade,
Nor lose possession of beauty you own;
Nor will Death brag you wander in his shade,
When in eternal lines of verse you’re grown:
So long as folks can breathe or eyes can see,
So long in verse immortal you will be.