Sonnet 97 How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare (read by Tom OBedlam)

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 remov d was summer s time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime, Like widow d wombs after their lords decease: Yet this abundant issue seem d to me But hope of orphans and unfather d fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very bi br, br,