Sonnet 22, Veera Anttila, Uniarts Helsinki Theatre Academy, Finland

Uniarts Helsinki Theatre Academy Finland Sonnet XII When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver d o er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer s green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go,