Writer's Block: Poetry Break

[Error: unknown template qotd]Write one? No, Mr. Left Brain doesn't agree with that sort of thing (he's much happier with my math homework). Share, sure I love reading poetry.

Shakespeare's 97(?) sonnet. 

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 December's bareness everywhere! 

And yet this time removed was summer's time;

The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,

Like widow'd 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 winter's near.