I'm not sure If this is appropriate for class, but I think it ties in well with sonnet 18. The sonnet consists of Shakespeare proclaiming that even the beauty of a Summer's day is flawed in comparison to the beauty of this particular person. I have an inkling that it's a woman. Don't quote me on that, though. I don't really see it as a love poem, I see it more as Shakespeare whining about all of the problems with a seemingly perfect day for about ten of fourteen lines. As one who shamelessly excels in the art of complaint, I hardly have the grounds to call Billy out on being whiny. However, I think that maybe he might need to rethink his view on summer days. They are one of the few things I DON'T have a problem with. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May" is more of an occurence, not a flaw. Rough wind can make a summer day even more beautiful. It breaks the natural stasis of trees and grass.
-Murry-uh