I must compare you to the spring in May!
You warmth a light too have my winter's done,
Although sustaining me in longer day;
To wonder when his majesty 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 springlike mirth does match you both as kin.
As little dills rebirth, your gaze had ranged
As tho' your beauty powers floral will
And by your petal'd eyes have rearranged
The gorgeous buds to stare your beauty still,
Yes! Glory's month is May and splendors of
Your graceful charms like spring, my spring's thereof.
