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William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир)


How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been


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. 



William Shakespeare's other poems:
  1. The Passionate Pilgrim
  2. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
  3. From The Rape Of Lucrece
  4. Dirge
  5. The Blossom


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