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 to short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
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 breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Simmer’s a pleasant time,
Flow’rs of ev’ry colour；
The water rins* o’er the heugh*,
And I long for my true lover.
Ay waukin* O,
Waukin still and wearie：
Sleep I can get nane*
For thinking on my dearie．
When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk I’m eerie*；
Sleep I can get nane,
For thinking on my dearie．
Lanely* night comes on,
A’ the lave* are sleepin’；
I think on my bonnie lad,
And I bleer my een* with greetin’．
Ay waukin O,
Waukin still and wearie；
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie．
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me --
Anemone --
Thy flower -- forevermore!