Sonnet 97
Estrangement and Return
- 1 How like a winter hath my absence been
- 2 From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- 3 What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
- 4 What old December's bareness everywhere!
- 5 And yet this time removed was summer's time;
- 6 The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
- 7 Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
- 8 Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
- 9 Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
- 10 But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
- 11 For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
- 12 And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
- 13 Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
- 14 That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.