Sonnet 104
William Shakespeare
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride;
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen;
Three April pérfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
Maverick Mist 
NICEEEE!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Beautiful and very thoughtful…..one of my fav 🙂
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Nice of you to say, thanks Mithai. 🙂
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You are most welcome!! 🙂
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Lovely, Maverick… images and romantic Shakespeare… 🙂
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Thoughtfully romantic, thank you Carolyn. 🙂
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Ciao Maverick ho tanto da fare ti risponderò appena posso 🙂 Happy Day
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Nessun problema. Godetevi il vostro giorno il mio amica. 🙂
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If all I was ever allowed to read again was the poetry of Shakespeare and Sir Philip Sidney I think I could get by. A book or two of commentary about the poems wouldn’t hurt.
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That would make an excellent pair. If I get the right photo there’s a Sir Sidney I’ll post.
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The second photograph has such poignancy ❤
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Thanks. To be honest I played with that one a lot and never was quite satisfied.
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In my opinion it is the best photograph I’ve seen on your blog in the last couple of weeks – really spoke to me.
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Then I’m glad I posted it. Thank you. 🙂
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