HELP!!!!Нужен красивый стих или сонета на английском языке.

Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh upon the tender green
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show,
And straight 'tis gone as it had never been.
Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish,
Short is the glory of the blushing rose;
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,
Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose.
When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years,
Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth;
And that, in Beauty's Lease expired, appears
The Date of Age, the Calends of our Death--
But ah, no more!--this must not be foretold,
For women grieve to think they must be old.

Goodnight? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood -
Then it will be - good night.

To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say goodnight.

[Percy Shelley]

"Доброй ночи", Перси Шелли. Очень красиво, романтично и жизненно, на мой взгляд)

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Елена Войнаровская. April Rain.

The rain is falling down
from violet misty sky...
It will not lasts forever
It's only for a time...
Rain...Is this what we sought ?
Rain... This is what we found...
Let's fly over the rain
Let's get up off the ground

Blue twilight, humid earth
White flowers on the trees
The whole Universe -
is what you mean to me
Perhaps I have no words
Perhaps I have no right
To say you something more
Because you are so beautiful

That's why I'll die anew
That's why I feel the chill
It's too good to be true
Too perfect to be real
Too touching things, too shaking
Too sweet - I can't deny
Too close to be taken
Too distant to be mine

I can't believe it's truth -
We really have been there
Just sitting side by side
Just drinking magic air...
I'll keep it in my mind
Like cure for darkest days -
The violet misty skies
The raindrops on your face...

And maybe from this day
I'll get much more to loose
I am afraid I can't
Be good enough for you
And I don't even dare
to hope we'll meet again
Because you are so beautiful
Like gentle April rain...

Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 121

шикарного слога о любви тут нет. Но если вдуматься, то сонет очень красивый.

This better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:

For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?

No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;

Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.

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Why do you cry Willi?
Why do you cry ?
Why Willi?
Why Willi?
Why Willi?
Why?