Shakespearesque - Wallenstein

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