"The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word
of our God will stand forever."
(Isaiah 40:8)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often in his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
"Sonnet 18"
(1609)
William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
English playwright, poet, actor
* Dorothy is my single backyard rose bush named in memory
of my beloved maternal grandmother Dorothy Yard.
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