Poem by Michael Drayton

Sonnet 13. Letters and Lines

    To the Shadow

Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd,
Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust,
The diamond shall once consume to dust,
And freshest colors with foul stains disgrac'd;
Paper and ink can paint but naked words,
To write with blood of force offends the sight;
And if with tears I find them all too light,
And sighs and signs a silly hope affotds,
O sweetest shadow, how thou serv'st my turn,
Which still shalt be, as long as there is sun,
Nor, whilst the world is, never shalt be done,
Whilst moon shall shine or any fire shall burn;
    That everything whence shadow doth proceed 
    May in my shadow my love's story read.

1. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
2. Sonnet 31. Methinks I See Some Crooked Mimic Jeer
3. Sonnet 27. Is not Love
4. Sonnet 45. Muses, which Sadly Sit about My Chair
5. Sonnet 39. Some, when in Rhyme They of their Loves do Tell

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