Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
Oh
absent
presence,
Stella
is
not
here;
False
flattering
Hope,
that
with
so
fair
a
face
Bare
me
in
hand,
that
in
this
orphan
place,
Stella,
I
say
my
Stella,
should
appear:
What
sayest
thou
now?
Where
is
that
dainty
cheer
Thou
toldst
mine
eyes
should
help
their
famish'd
case?
But
thou
art
gone,
now
that
self
felt
disgrace
Doth
make
me
most
to
wish
my
comfort
near.
But
here
I
do
store
of
fair
ladies
meet,
Who
may
with
charm
of
conversation
sweet
Make
in
my
heavy
mold
new
thought
to
grow:
Sure
they
prevail
as
much
with
me
as
he
That
bade
his
friend,
but
then
new
maim'd,
to
be
Merry
with
him,
and
not
think
of
his
woe.
