How do you paraphrase this poem?
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun!
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady, O it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there and they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
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Juliet is as beautiful as the sun, which would make the moon look pale in comparison. The moon is sick and green and no one would want to appear like that.
I wish Juliet were here. She doesn't speak but her eyes carry on a conversation. Her eyes look like stars in the sky. What if her eyes were in the heavens and the stars were in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would make those stars look dimmer in the same way that daylight outshines a lamp
Her eyes, the stars in heaven, would shine so brightly that the birds would think it was day time and sing.
Juliet leans her cheek on her hand. If only I were a glove, then I could touch her cheek.