Op. 15, No. 1
Summer's Day
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
The days when my soul felt at ease to leave
My home, and find rest on the outside way
That runs a hundred-nay, thousand!- mile weave.
And yet, I lived in utter ignorance
Of what it meant to live each day and yearn,
Or think in any time but present tense,
I found much more that I just had to learn.
I raised my eyes, and gazed on straight ahead
Where only a light as soft as you shone,
Ne'er turning back to look at what was dead
Or down below to see how high we've flown.
For now our wind-blown journey's just begun
As we ascend up to the summer sun.