Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18
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:
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 thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee

2 budak mengomen:

Masokis said...

aku xfaham la, ko nak apa.. cuba cter detail sket..

hint: jgnlah balas kat blog ko jer, blas la kat blog aku.. kalau x, aku tak tahu...

sukasukisakan said...

heheh..ho lar...