To whom can I compare thee?
Like a highlander – to the flaming red rose?
Or like a man of English forest
– to slender willow that by river grows
Perchance I should bethink resplendence of Helen
Who caused by one look fall of mighty Troy
My eyes were blinded by thy soft glaring
And all that I can write is less than I can see!
To whom can I compare thee?
To whom can I compare thee?
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