From you have I been absent in the spring ...

From you have I been absent in the spring,

When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,

Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,

That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him.

Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell

Of different flow'rs in odor and in hue,

Could make me any summer’s story tell,

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s 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 seemed it winter still, and, you away,

  As with your shadow I with these did play.

 

William Shakespeare (Stratford-upon-Avon, 1564 - 1616), Sonnet LXXXXVIII

 

Acrylic on canvas by studiodobs

Texture and PP by studiodobs

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