David Gilmour Sonnet 18

Гений 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 they eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shell 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 tree.