Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFFF

To me fair friend you never can be oldA
For as you were when first your eye I eyedB
Such seems your beauty still Three winters coldA
Have from the forests shook three summers' prideB
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnedC
In process of the seasons have I seenD
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burnedC
Since first I saw you fresh which yet are greenD
Ah yet doth beauty like a dial handE
Steal from his figure and no pace perceivedF
So your sweet hue which methinks still doth standE
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceivedF
For fear of which hear this thou age unbredF
Ere you were born was beauty's summer deadF

William Shakespeare



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