THE GAL WHO IS THE PETER PAN


by TAMaZUKI

Hapi Easter*

F rom you have I been absent in the spring,
W hen pround-pied April dressed in all his trim
H ath put a spring of youth in every thing:
T hat heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Y et nor the lays og birds, nor the sweet smell
O f different flowers in odour and in hue,
C ould make me any summer's atory tell:
O r from their pround lap pluck them where they grew:
N or did I wouder at the lily's white,
N or praise the deep vermilion in the rose,
T hey were but sweet, but figures of delight:
D rawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Y et seemed it winter still, and you away,
A s with your shadow I with these did play.


W illiam Shakespeare       S onnet 98

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by TAMaZUKI | 2006-04-16 13:16 | la composition