Shall I compare you to the spring of May?
You warmth a light that too has Winter won
Although your glow sustains a longer day
And has one wonder when the sun begun.
You do out-blush the shyest red of rose
And snowdrops only dream to hue your skin.
Yes birds do sing and differ yours than those
But springtime mirth do match as tho' are kin.
The dills rebirth, yet you appear unchanged
As tho' your beauty powers floral will
And by your petal'd eyes have rearranged
The gorgeous buds to stare your beauty still.

You hold the month of May and splendor of
That tho' from out yourself, is spring thereof.