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.