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William Shakespeare - How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt; what dark days seen,
What old December`s bareness everywhere!

And yet this time removed was summer`s time:
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime
Like widow`d wombs after their lords` decease;

Yet this abundant issue seem`d to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather`d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are more;
Or if they sing, `tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter`s near.
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