This was one of our little mini projects for creative writing, we had to write a Shakespearean Sonnet. I wasn't sure what to name it so I just numbered it like so many other poets, original right?

Which day does the sun shine so brightly here?
The rays upon the path of dark and light,
With light, the gleaming in the eye to near
But warmth does fade to clear the dark of night.
The moon at times the dark it does outshine--
With skies so clear as if within a frame--
How silvery the beams of moon look fine,
And put the cloudless dark of night to shame.
How now the stars of old seem to mine eye
Like distant dots among the canvas paint,
And seem to be thrown up into the sky
With lights from afar, look to be quite faint:
Of all the places and of all the lights,
The mythic beauty are these ancient sights.