Sonnet

W. Shakespeare SONNET 18 Music Giorgio Lanzani 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 dimm d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature s changing course untrimm d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair