Shall I compare her to a summer’s day? <br />A thousand times more sweet she seems to me! <br />Nor may Time’s winds – (which darling buds of May <br />Do shake) – unsettle love’s perennity. <br />Restrained the eye of heaven sometimes seems, <br />It often sends a drought, or shines too hot, <br />No permanence is possible. Like dreams <br />Each season soon declines, returning not. <br />Vain are Time’s threats when, lacking base designs, <br />A poet frames her praises in fair verse, <br />Imprinting for the future lyric lines <br />Lending life when all else hearse rehearse. <br />Life glories her as long as Man draws breath, <br />As Never tasting shadow land of Death.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-her-sandrine-sonnet-cycle-after-sonnet-xviii-william-shakespeare/
