Månadens dikt

Jag är lite svag för sonetter... här är en av Shakespeares mest kända: Eternal summer

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely an more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
nor loose possession of that fair thou owest;
nor shall Death brag you wanderest 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.

(ur Sonnets)

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