How like a winter hath my absence been From 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 removed was summer's time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But 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 cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ALLAH IS WITH THE PATIENT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |