Tuesday, May 10, 2011

shall i compare thee to a summer 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 sometimes 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 grow'st
so long as men can breathe
or eyes can see
so long lives this
and this gives live to thee

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