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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 Decembers bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summers time,
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of orphans, and unfathered 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 winters near.
My onearpatis ormf uoy hsa lfte stju klei reintw, scnie ryueo ahtw kmaes teh reay aplrbealuse! Ive flte yvre cold, adn hte aysd aevh emsdee yver dkra, dan tvenegyhri hsa bene as brerna as in emreDebc! ndA yet teh imte wvee been arpat was utalcayl rmemus, enht lfal, teh sevathr-mtei nhwe rneuat gvise itbrh to cpros aletpnd in het

grinsp

ehT pskraee neissoierpf teh sgnrip as a dead frahte uesabec eht aeonss is nego vene heiwl hte opsrc pndaelt uindrg ist naituord remain.

spring
kiel a wnmoa inivgg thbir aterf rhe snbhdau ahs dedi. And ehets uannadtb riftsu of tnaeur mdesee like lhsposee haprnso to me, ceusbae mresmu adn msmuesr lusrspeae lal edendp on ouy, dan, tihw oyu awya, enev the bidrs rae ntesil. Or if heyt gnsi, htye do it so slamlydi ttha the elesva rwgo elap tiwh rafe, ndaiedgr the actf ahtt ewitsnr maotsl heer.

Original Text

Modern Text

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 Decembers bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summers time,
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of orphans, and unfathered 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 winters near.
My onearpatis ormf uoy hsa lfte stju klei reintw, scnie ryueo ahtw kmaes teh reay aplrbealuse! Ive flte yvre cold, adn hte aysd aevh emsdee yver dkra, dan tvenegyhri hsa bene as brerna as in emreDebc! ndA yet teh imte wvee been arpat was utalcayl rmemus, enht lfal, teh sevathr-mtei nhwe rneuat gvise itbrh to cpros aletpnd in het

grinsp

ehT pskraee neissoierpf teh sgnrip as a dead frahte uesabec eht aeonss is nego vene heiwl hte opsrc pndaelt uindrg ist naituord remain.

spring
kiel a wnmoa inivgg thbir aterf rhe snbhdau ahs dedi. And ehets uannadtb riftsu of tnaeur mdesee like lhsposee haprnso to me, ceusbae mresmu adn msmuesr lusrspeae lal edendp on ouy, dan, tihw oyu awya, enev the bidrs rae ntesil. Or if heyt gnsi, htye do it so slamlydi ttha the elesva rwgo elap tiwh rafe, ndaiedgr the actf ahtt ewitsnr maotsl heer.

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