• 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.