From you have I been absent in the spring, <br />When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, <br />Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, <br />That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. <br />Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell <br />Of different flowers in odour and in hue <br />Could make me any summer's story tell, <br />Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. <br />Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, <br />Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; <br />They were but sweet, but figures of delight <br />Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. <br /> Yet seemed it winter still, and you away, <br /> As with your shadow I with these did play.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-98-from-you-have-i-been-absent-in-the-spr/
