Sonnet 18 Redux

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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.

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Wanna-be writer, amateur oil painter, practicing law and motherhood with varied success.

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