"Sonnet 18"
· William Shakespeare ·
Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?
How can I compare you to summer?
Thou art more lovely
and more temperate:
You are cuter and gentler than it:
Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath
all too short a date:
The footsteps of summer are gone in a hurry:
Sometimes too hot the
eye of heaven shines,
Sometimes the eyes of heaven shine too brightly,
And often is his gold
complexion dimmed,
Its dazzling golden face is often covered up:
And every fair from fair
sometimes declines,
Destroyed by chance or the impermanence of heaven,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed:
There is no beauty that will not wither or be destroyed.
But thy eternal summer
shall not fade,
But your long summer will never wither,
Nor lose possession of
that fair thou ow'st,
Your beauty will not be lost,
Nor shall death brag thou
wand'rest in his shade,
Death is beyond his power,
When in eternal lines
to time thou grow'st:
When you live with time in immortal poetry.
So long as men can
breathe or eyes can see,
As long as there are humans, or humans have eyes,
So long lives this, and this
gives life to thee.
This poem will last forever and give you life.
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