Shall I compare thee to an April Spring?
Thine chortle is all around the breeze wheeing.
Thou art shedding thy brisk brightness, dancing.
Shall I compare thee to April morn cloud?
Roving in the soft dusk wind, art thou proud,
Beholding stars twinkling unawares,
Brewing the drizzles to water flowers.
Shall I compare thee to a babe dainty?
Thou art wreathed with fresh flowers in plenty.
Innocent, sublime and bright;
Thou art the full moon round from night to night.
Thou art the light yellow after snow fades.
Thou art the green sprout shooting out of shades.
Delicate, delightful and glee,
In the water floats the shimmering white lotus thou dream.
Thou art mellow blossoms from tree to tree.
Thou art the swallow twittering in the roof beam.
– Thou art Love, Warmth and Hope.
Shall I compare thee to an April Spring?
