Sonnet 97
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- How like a winter my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old December's bareness everywhere!
- Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
- And yet this time remov'd was summer's time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase
- Yet this abundant issue seem'd to meBut 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 cheerThat leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near
- In this sonnet, the speaker tells his lover that his life is like a bleak winter without him.
- The speaker tells us that it is late summer, and although it is bright, and the birds are chirping...
- Yeah... that...
- MY LIFE IS LIKE A DEAD WINTER WITHOUT MY LOVER!! SO DARK!! SO SAD!!
- It is part of the Fair Youth sonnets.
- This sonnet chronicles a period of separation between the speaker and his lover.
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- The Fair Youth sonnets were sonnets addressed to a young man.
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