Sonnet XCVIII
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 every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour 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
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Comments on: "Sonnet & Shadow: Weekly Photo Challenge" (7)
Delicious set up of photos
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Thanks! and for stopping by.
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Especially love your moon shot.
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Thanks for commenting!
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A great mix of submission all well-captured. That moon shot is perfetto!
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It is amazing the pictures cameras can take today. My father built a telescope forty years ago, and I get better views with my zoom! Thanks for stopping by. Will look forward to seeing your photos of Greece.
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