Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day
Or winter’s breath that doth freeze our souls in sleep?
Thou are more lovely and more strong than they,
Whose mellifluous works do play us diving deep
And show forth pearls beneath the glassy sea.
Sometime too hot the passions of our lives do glow,
And oft the sweetness of our tongues doth flee,
Yet hast thou seen it all, and judged us slow,
Measure by measure, shown us what we are,
Imagined what we can be still
And left us astonied over these centuries far
How thou thy solemn promise did fulfill
To hear, see, and speak, but not to tell
The dark secret on the shore by which we dwell.