Bryan Ferry - Sonnet No. 18 lyrics

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 dimmed And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st Nor shall d**h brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this, and this brings life to thee