Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | Sonnet XCVIII |
William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
| | | FROM 1 you have I been absent in the spring, | |
| When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim, | |
| Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, | |
| That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. | |
| Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell | 5 |
| Of different flowers in odour and in hue | |
| Could make me any summer’s story tell, | |
| Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: | |
| Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white, | |
| Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; | 10 |
| They were but sweet, but figures of delight, | |
| Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. | |
| Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away, | |
| As with your shadow I with these did play. | |
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