The Poetry Corner

The Sonnets LXIII - Against my love shall be as I am now

By William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be as I am now, With Times injurious hand crushd and oerworn; When hours have draind his blood and filld his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travelld on to ages steepy night; And all those beauties whereof now hes king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding ages cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet loves beauty, though my lovers life: His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green.