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

Some time too hot the eye in heaven shines
And often is its gold complexion dimmed
And ev'ry fair from fair some time declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor loose possession of that fair thou ownst
Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade
When in eternal lines thou growst
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee


...*seuftz*...


Irgendwie ja schon toll, so ein "original" von Shakespeare im Gegensatz zu der Übersetzung :)

LG, Prinzesschen