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Sonnet 18 By William Shakespeare - My Way
Sonnet 18: William Shakespeare 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 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 wand’rest 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. Sonnet 18: William Shakespeare (my way) In comparison to days in summer, You are surely lovelier and milder. Cold winds, at times, shake nice florets even in May, Sadly, a summer’s life is short to make plenty of hay. Though the sun is quite warm sometimes, Its gold sheen is covered by cloudy climes; Everything lovely doesn’t look pretty anymore, By accident or quirk of fate it changes to be sure. But I am certain your ageless warmth will not die, Your beauty too with you will continue to lie, Death would not gloat that in its shadows you lived, Captured in my eternal verses forever you thrived. As long as men live and can see, This poem will be read and you will be. Form: Sonnet (Rhyme different from original) Date:3/7/2014 Contest Prose vs. Poetry and the classics sponsored by Jerry T Curtis
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