When I do count the clock (Michael Gray)
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-10-14). Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 173 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection "Book of Sonnets"
First published: 2013
Description: Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets"
Original text and translations
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow,
And nothing 'gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet XII)