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- # Section 97
## Overview
This entity is a section of a larger work, labeled "97". It contains poetic text and is part of the "SONNERS" chapter. The section was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` and belongs to the collection "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53".
## Context
This section is situated within the chapter titled "[SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD)". It follows an introductory section and precedes another section labeled "98". The text originates from a file processed as part of a PDF workflow test.
## Contents
The text within this section is a poem that begins: "How like a Winter hath my absence beene / From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting yeare?". The poem uses seasonal imagery, comparing the speaker's absence to winter and the beloved's presence to summer, with the absence rendering even the birds mute. The poem concludes with the lines: "Or if they sing, tis with so dull a cheere, / That leaves look pale, dreading the Winters neere."
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- How like a Winter hath my absence beene
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting yeare?
What freezings haue I felt, what darke daies feene?
What old Decembers barencfie euery where?
And yet this time remou'd was fommers time,
The teeming Autumne big with ritch increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decease:
Yet this aboundant iffue seem'd to me,
But hope of Orphans, and vn-fathered fruite,
For Sommer and his pleasures waite on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute,
Or if they fing, tis with fo dull a cheere,
That leaues looke pale, dreading the Winters neere.
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