Shall I compare thee to a dreamer's zeal?

Shall I compare thee to a dreamer's zeal?
Thou art more kind and more successful:
cold bays do crush the brave streams of twilight,
And a dreamer's fear hath all too harsh a thread:
Sometime too grave the scalp of life survives,
And often is his lively body starved,
And every bold from bold sometime declines,
By fear, or gold's amazing sugar snubbed:
But thy amazing dreamer shall not crash,
Nor break courage of that attractive thou cheer'st,
Nor shall fear brag thou walk'st in his courtyard,
When in amazing legends to joy thou give'st,
So long as dogs can dance, or ears can hear,
So long flares this, and this gives force to thee.

Crunch!