Wallenstein Shakespearesque
How like a winter has my absence been
From you the pleasure of the fleeting year
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen
What cold Decembers bearness everywhere
And yet the time we met was summertime
The teeming autumn big with which increase
Bearing the wanted burden of the prime
Like widows wombs after their lords disease
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
As hope of orphans and unfathered fruit
For summer and this pleasure wait for you
Away the very birds are mute
Or if they sing it with so dull a cheer la-la-la
Or if they sing it with so dull a cheer
That leave looks pale dreading winters near
Or if they sing it with so dull a cheer la-la-la
Or if they sing it with so dull a cheer
That leave looks pale dreading winters near
