Most Memorable poem, Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.

Shall I Compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds or 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, untrrimm’d;
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 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. 

Original size images are available on Flickr - Picture 1 - Picture 2

11 months agoJune 12, 2012 fujinliow Reblog