sonnett : 97 HOW LIKE A WINTER HATH MY ABSENCE BEEN by : William Shakespeare
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 remov ' d was summer ' s time , The teeming autumn , big with rich increase , Bearing the wanton burthen 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 .
Photographer : Scott Hotaling
PORTFOLIO MAGAZINE 69