What Would Shakespeare's Beloved Say?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Please do and let me have my say.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
First time I hear this and tend to believe it
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Your words do shake my heart a lot today.
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
I wish I could say something as great.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
How nice the words, how lovely the signs!
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
I wish these nice words were untrimmed.
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
And when we die our memories will be shrines.
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
How bright the day how beautiful and undimmed!
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
For in your poetry I will be remade?
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.
I'm happy to play your temperate host.
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
But we will die and our bodies fade.
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
I will die and be covered with too much dust.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long my poet, because I shall not be
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So long again, for thou will soon forget me.