Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Wrapping up the Octoberfest of weirdness.

Happy Hollowe'en!

    THY PALLID LOVELINESS

Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art more lovely in thy pallid chill.
Rough winds shake bare limbs, but thine hold tight,
Ever rigid, rigorous, and still.
 

Sometimes too cold the evening sky-light glows,
Encircled in a whisp of winter cloud
That with the gray dawn sends the falling snows,
Blankets the earth with its white morning shroud:
 

But thy eternal winter shall unfold,
Never to thaw thy fast frigidity.
And rigor shall not lose the mortal hold
That binds thee in frozen rigidity.
 

Now once again I breathe on thy cold flesh,
And with thy pallid loveliness enmesh.