Emma Lou Diemer

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:

Take, o take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again; Seals of love, but