The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
I love the silent hour of night.
For blissful dreams may then arise.
She wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face.