Shall I compare thee
to a winter's night?
Thou art more silent than a snowflake's death.
howling leads my heart to fright,
Your firey gaze hath robbed me of my breath
Often too cold your heart doth aire,
And more so is his soul deeply chill'd;
And every maiden
doth elsewhere stare,
By destiny's or plan's empty goblet overfill'd.
But thy barest winter
hath so made
Or gain'd obsession
of this beast thou breaketh;
Or hath Life subtly told the prisoner
After, on temporal words
of space, thou taketh.
So short as boys can drown
or arms can reach
So short dies this and this taketh death from me