Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 98
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 98 (Shakespeare).
98From you haue I beene absent in the spring,When proud pide Aprill (drest in all his trim)Hath put a spirit of youth in euery thing:That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.Yet nor the laies of birds, nor the sweet smellOf different flowers in odor and in hew,Could make me any summers story tell:Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose,They weare but sweet, but figures of delight:
Drawne after you, you patterne of all those.Yet seem'd it Winter still, and you away,As with your shaddow I with these did play.