William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

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Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's 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 sometime 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 growest:
 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
 
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Vera JahnkeVera Jahnke    четв., 16/05/2019 - 12:24

Thank you very much for this wonderful poem (one of my favourites) and the gorgeous video!