Shall I compare thee to a summers day

Don't you take it awful hard

Don't you take it awful hard

Also, twinkle on the smooth way

Shall I compare thee to a summers day

By chance or natures changing course untrimmd

Fill the earth with peace no chaos no weapons no wars no pangs

Rest of their bones and soul's conveyance

Hurling their heads in buoyant move

I pick the mountain

Thou fosterchild of quiet and moderate time

In empty or in contemplative state of mind

In empty or in contemplative state of mind

At some point excessively hot the eye of paradise sparkles

Let us then be up and doing

Thou still unravish'd lady of quietness

In a million eons

and heart shuts out desire to allow in

Pumping in my residing room

Sailing oer lifes solemn main