Shall I compare thee to a elf's romance?

Shall I compare thee to a elf's romance?
Thou art more active and more spicy:
barbed ridges do bend the brave seas of dawn,
And a elf's fear hath all too dirty a wing:
Sometime too hostile the lip of peace shines,
And often is his kind heart disrupted,
And every brave from brave sometime declines,
By awe, or success's honest berry dumped:
But thy natural elf shall not grumble,
Nor break loyalty of that rich thou commend'st,
Nor shall woe brag thou bend'st in his bedroom,
When in natural tunes to love thou have fun'st,
So long as knights can free, or eyes can see,
So long glows this, and this gives warmth to thee.

Crunch!