Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 16:40:04 +0000
From: Anders Bylund 

Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art much clearer, crisper, yet less cold:
Before thine image enterd my sight,
The finest view I ever did behold
Was wintry stars, a full moon rising high;
Thou outshine'st all the stellar beauties now.
Deny thine virtues is to give a lie:
If one said "Thou should'st leave her!" I'd say "How?"
Thine closeness, fine as silk, like jewels dear
Means Heaven to me; absence of't is Hell:
Lest all my thoughts designeth be to near
The gap to thee, destruction 'pon me spell;
                And then thou smileth and turn to dawn the night,
                And winter unto spring, with lovely might.


				Anders Bylund 1996