Shakespeare's Sonnets: How like a winter hath my absence been

How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,What old December's bareness every where!And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,The teeming autumn big with rich increase,Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,Like widowed wombs after their lord's decease;Yet this abundant issue seem'd to meBut hope of orphans, and un-fathered 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 cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.