Who will believe my verse? (Michael Gray)
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2018-11-05). Score information: Letter (landscape), 11 pages, 260 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Who will believe my verse by Michael A. Gray is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 4.0 International License.
Description: Part of an on-going project called "Book of Sonnets"
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces."
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched meter of an antic song:
But were some some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, --in it, and in my rhyme.
-Wm. Shakespeare (Sonnet XVII)