Sonnet Xviii Lyrics - Bryan Ferry

(by william shakespeare) 

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 is his gold complexion dimm'd; 

And every fair from fair sometime declines, 

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 

When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.