Friday

the only one of Shakespeare's sonnets that makes sense when the lines are read in reverse order


So long lives this, and this gives life to thee, 
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see: 
 
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, 
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, 
But thy eternal summer shall not fade  

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; 
And every fair from fair sometimes declines, 
And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,  

And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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