Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring

Quarantine Project Day 26 Sonnet 98 continued from Sonnet 97: From you have I been absent in the spring When proud-pied April dressd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laughd and leapd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summers story tell Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilys white Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose They were but sweet but figures of delight Drawn after you you pattern of all those. Yet seemd it winter still and you away As with your shadow I with these did play.,

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