Sonnet XVIII

Flaming June. Lord Frederic Leighton. 1895.


Sonnet XVIII

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:

Sometimes 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 wander’st 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.

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  1. This is one my absolute favorite paintings! I was hoping you would post it, but could not figure out a poem that would suit it best. This sonnet is perfect! I love the last two lines.

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