Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
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 breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
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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:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
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 breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
Porque aqui e além se falou do Verão ainda por vir e também a propósito de uma correctíssima troca de impressões havida nesta casa, lembrei-me, enquanto passava a ponta dos dedos nas lombadas que se exibem, envaidecidas e multicolores, na parede da sala lá de casa, das saudades que tenho de sentir o sal já seco na pele quente e daquele acordar morno e ledo pouco depois de o sol se pôr e de a noite nos convidar para mesas fartas e conversas longas envoltas na brisa tépida e no bom vinho dos céus recamados.
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