[Intro] [Bassoon] [Verse 1] Shall I compare thee to the softest light? More fair than any day the skies have shone, Your beauty, a summer untouched by storm. [strings plays low and dark.] [Chorus] Though rough winds shake the buds of May, And dim the eye of heaven’s ray, Nor shadows claim the light you hold, so fair. [Bassoon] [Verse 2: Icelandic] Þótt sumar dvölinn er of stutt, Og himinninn oft hulinn af skýjum, Þú heldur fegurð óforn af tímans straum, Og aldrei mun þitt sumar renna út. [Bassoon] [Bridge: Instrumental] [The bassoon and ambient go side by side] [Outro] Though rough winds shake the buds of May, Nor shadows claim the light you hold, so fair. [bassoon] [ crescendo]
