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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
W. Shakespeare
 
XI. "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:         5
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;  10
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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