William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been - Poem 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 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.


Comments about How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 4:52:00 AM)

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  • Rookie Kevin Straw (2/8/2011 10:39:00 AM)

    Who are the dunderheads who run this site? It should be 'the very birds are MUTE...' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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