Shall I compare thee to a concert's dance?

Shall I compare thee to a concert's dance?
Thou art more special and more vital:
coarse springs do warp the graceful seas of truth,
And a concert's pain hath all too grim a star:
Sometime too cruel the loins of life minds,
And often is his brave cheek unsettled,
And every lush from lush sometime declines,
By awe, or luck's human venom refused:
But thy special concert shall not concede,
Nor concede friendship of that light thou welcome'st,
Nor shall fear brag thou bend'st in his fairground,
When in special ballads to time thou achieve'st,
So long as monks can chant, or smiles can heal,
So long glows this, and this gives faith to thee.

Crunch!