How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been by William Shakespeare

O how like
a winter
I did retire
my absence felt
clearly while
I was elsewhere
fleeting
year
feeling
freezing
darkness of days
December bare everywhere
what a shame

the summer sun
how i miss
it
the teeming autumn
how i wish for it
bearing
the burden of prime
widows
wombs
and lords

all these things
and more
abundant
hopes of infants
unfathered fruit
summer pleasures
re-cruit me
birds sing more cheerfully
if
only i could
escape this wintery
space
to
go
towards
that which upturns
the pail
spilt sun

let winter be un-done