Lost sonnet?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
That thereby beauty's rose might never die?
Though heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme
To find where your true image pictur'd lies
I would not count the clock that tells the time.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And yet love knows it is a greater grief:
Look what thy memory cannot contain
Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
But thence I learn and find the lesson true
And all in war with Time for love of you.
I got this from the book Mr. Shakespeare by Robert Nye. In it he says that this sonnet was a first draft of the early sonnets, never before published. It does not appear among the 154 first published in 16o9.
The more I read, the more I think Robert Nye wrote it, but I thought someone else, MH maybe, might know.
That thereby beauty's rose might never die?
Though heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme
To find where your true image pictur'd lies
I would not count the clock that tells the time.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And yet love knows it is a greater grief:
Look what thy memory cannot contain
Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
But thence I learn and find the lesson true
And all in war with Time for love of you.
I got this from the book Mr. Shakespeare by Robert Nye. In it he says that this sonnet was a first draft of the early sonnets, never before published. It does not appear among the 154 first published in 16o9.
The more I read, the more I think Robert Nye wrote it, but I thought someone else, MH maybe, might know.