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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 97: "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 seemed to me
But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, `tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter`s near.
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