How like a winter hath my absence been...
Sonnet 97How 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 every where! 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 mute; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. |
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Being away from you has been like enduring the miserable days of freezing darkness in December’s barren months. In actual fact it’s been Autumn, with all its fruitfulness, like a pregnant widow bearing a dead man’s child. All this abundance seemed as hopeless as orphaned children to me, because all the joys of summer hang around you. If you’re not there, even the birds stop singing – or if they do, they’re so mournful they make the very leaves on the trees lose their colour, in fear of the coming winter.