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Showing posts with label Sonnet 18. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sonnet 18. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Darling Buds of May

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One more sonnet written and I'm a happy girl. And another poem just waiting for me to write it but I may be too tired tonight to shape it. But there's tomorrow and the June Bank Holiday weekend ahead so I'll catch you then time.

SONNET 18

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.

William Shakespeare