I shall compare thy eyes to gloomy days
Which turn a radiant shimmer into night.
Tonight I shall compare thy sight to rays
Reflecting arrant wrong to utmost right.

No flake of snow will from this ken escape,
No life would righteously its path avert from death.
But only images that run in vagrant shapes
Could freeze to icicles your weary breath.

A swollen flicker banished from your thoughts
Has arrogantly sought advice in mine.
Astonished gaze has lost forever lots
Of glaring snowflakes that within you shine.

Your sight conceals your soul's gleaming abyss.
Yet crossing it is like a frigid kiss.