Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Sonnet 18Shall 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 dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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Let's see, how much like a summer's day are you? You're more beautiful, and better adjusted. Flowers get tousled by the wind, and summer soon comes to an end. Sometimes it's too hot, and often it clouds over. Every gorgeous thing stops being lovely at some point, either by accident or by the process of time.
The summer of your beauty will not be like that, though. It won't fade, or lose its grip on the absolute loveliness it commands. Nor will Death be able to boast that you wander about in his obscurity when your body is no more. So long as people are alive and see and read, this poem gives you eternal life.