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From You Have I Been Absent


William Shakespeare
"From You Have I Been Absent..."(From “Sonnets”, XCVIII)

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April , dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn lough’d and leap’d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell 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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; 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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