Sonnet XCVII
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How like a winter hath my absence been | 1
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! | 2
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! | 3
What old December's bareness every where! | 4
And yet this time removed was summer's time, | 5
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, | 6
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, | 7
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: | 8
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me | 9
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; | 10
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, | 11
And, thou away, the very birds are mute; | 12
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer | 13
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. | 14
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