MAY

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 golden complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair ow'st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,

So long lives this, and gives life to thee. 

I feel quite summery today and, with it being May and all, I've had "rough winds do shake the darling buds of May" going round and round in my head today.