Friday, February 3, 2012
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!
....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.
--William Shakespeare Sonnet 97