Who would compare you to a summer’s day,

when summer days grow dull and pour with rain?

What then would such a judgement say?

Perhaps I’d better pause and start again.

 

Might you outshine the sun up in the sky?

And yet dark clouds will often cast a veil

that hides its splendour from the world, and I

would see you both in radiant detail.

 

Exuberance may bring the birds to song;

would I prefer to hear it than your voice?

My heart would say that this is simply wrong,

and would not wish to have to make a choice.

 

These transitory visions are outclassed;

to me your loveliness is unsurpassed.