Shall I compare thee to a river's love?

Shall I compare thee to a river's love?
Thou art more vigorous and more fun:
cold hills do strain the divine reefs of dawn,
And a river's death hath all too short a tale:
Sometime too cutting the ass of earth signs,
And often is his kind body disturbed,
And every great from great sometime declines,
By pride, or dawn's seedy drizzle disowned:
But thy appealing river shall not fail,
Nor defy knowledge of that lush thou freshen'st,
Nor shall woe brag thou walk'st in his orchard,
When in appealing rhymes to joy thou secure'st,
So long as drunks can dream, or tongues can greet,
So long lights this, and this gives luck to thee.

Crunch!