Shall I compare thee to high winters night?
Thou art more icy and grey.
Colder is thine heart, than winters chilled height.
In winter, light doth die away.
In winter forever, under a lunar gaze,
Nimbo Stratus doth hide her shame.
The earth doth shimmer under an icy glaze,
And all life begins to wain.
Thy infernal winter doth not dwindle,
Even in summer doth reveal its face.
If thou was eternal, life woulds't not kindle.
From autumn to spring thy rules't this place.
Life doth wither before thine eyes,
Never revealing thine wicked disguise.