Excerpted from the poem by Mrs Cohen and the Wanderer.
Poem From "Nomadland"
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Should I use summer as an analogy to you
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
But you're cuter and gentler than summer
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Summer storms destroy the Mayflower
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Summer has such a short season
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
Sometimes the scorching sun is as hot as the eye and it is hard to cool
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
But the golden light will also be blocked by the haze
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
After all, every kind of beauty cannot escape presbyopia
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
It is inevitable to encounter the vicissitudes of life and the impermanence of heaven
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
But your eternal summer will never die
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Your unforgettable looks will never die
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
It's hard for death to boast that you're trapped in its nets
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
You are as long as time in eternal poetry
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
As long as people can breathe and read
So long live this, and this gives life to thee.
My poems must be passed down to make your life last forever
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