Saturday, June 11, 2011

Sonnet 18 - William Shakespeare

Yes, I am still alive, but I'm on vacation in Ashland overdosing on Shakespeare plays!  ;)  So I thought I'd better post a Shakespeare sonnet now that I'm finally back from the theater and on my computer before midnight!

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 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.

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