Shakespeare's Sonnets: From you have I been absent in the spring

From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud pied April (dress't in all his trim)Hath put a spirit of youth in every thingThat heavy Saturn laugh't and leap't with him.Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smellOf diff'rent flow'rs in odor and in hue,Could make me any summer's story tellOr 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: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.