Shakespeare Sonnet 57

Shakespeare Sonnet 57 – 1 Minute Poem, Relaxing Poetry In Nature By IRV

Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (LVII) Text

Shakespeare Sonnet 57 - 1 Minute Poem, Relaxing Poetry In Nature By IRV

Enjoy Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (LVII) in nature. Listen to the Sonnet whilst watching a nature scene video to help you learn the sonnet in a relaxing environment with nature sounds to help provide a calming atmosphere.

Here’s the text of Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (LVII):

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (LVII) Video

Relaxing Nature & Poetry, Shakespeare Sonnet 57, Being your slave, what should I do but tend

This is a 1 minute video in which Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (LVII) is spoken in a nature scene.