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Sonnet 98

            ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
      From you | have I | been ab|sent in | the spring,
             ,           ,         ,          ,          ,
      When proud | pied^Ap|ril (dressed | in all | his trim)
            ,         x          ,         ,       ,
      Hath put | a spirit | of youth | in ev|ery thing:
            ,      ,         ,            ,           ,
      That hea|vy Sat|urn laughed | and leapt | with him.
           ,          ,         ,                 ,     ,
      Yet nor | the lays | of birds,| nor the / sweet smell
          ,    2        x        ,      ,        ,
      Of dif|ferent flowers | in o|dor and | in hue,
              ,       ,     ,         ,       ,
      Could make | me a|ny sum|mer's sto|ry tell,
       ,     2          T    T    T            ,            ,
      Or from their | proud lap pluck | them where | they grew:
       ,           ,       ,        ,        ,
      Nor did | I won|der at | the lil|y's white,
             ,           ,        ,        ,         ,
      Nor praise | the deep | vermil|lion in | the rose;
             ,          ,          ,        ,      ,
      They were | but sweet,| but fig|ures of | delight,
             ,      ,         ,             ,    ,
      Drawn^af|ter you,| you pat|tern of / all those.
             ,         ,        ,          ,      ,
      Yet seemed | it win|ter still,| and you | away,
           ,          ,      ,          ,           ,
      As with | your sha|dow I | with these | did play.

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