Shall I compare thee to a mid-summer day? <br />Thou art more pretty and more endless: <br />Rough winds do shake the beloved blossom of June, <br />And mid-summer hath all too short of a vitality: <br />Sometimes too humid for the eyes to glimpse, <br />And often its tin and gilt are fuzzy; <br />And from fair to fair its loveliness has decreased, <br />By chance or nature’s changing course is lost; <br />But thy unending splendour shall not weaken <br />Nor lose thy chattel on thy golden charm; <br />Nor shall thy deceased brag thou drift in its darkness, <br />When in eternal metre thou shine: <br />So long as humanity can breathe or eyes can see, <br />So long live this and this give life to thee<br /><br />Jeffrey Liminsang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-mid-summer-day/
