shall buds but breathe of thy eternal gold?
temperate complexion dimm’d to time gives
how shall thee shine as long as lovely lives?
want of love, rough winds, possession has sold
summer’s eye to long glow and wander bold
by chance or changing compare what life gives
rough wind of nature courses along, lives;
and in our hot death of darling May hold
the long shade of eternal lies, of art
sprung from shaking complexions, where we seethe;
yet we do not mind. men, summer, apart
breathe eternal buds- temperate- but breathe.
- Title: A Mutual Comparison
- Artist: Lord Elric of Melnibone
- Description: cut-up, broken sonnet
- Date: 07/17/2008
- Tags: shallicomparetheetoasummersday