Read this poem: how like a winter hath my absence been from thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! what freezings have i felt, what dark days seen! what old december's bareness every where! and yet this time removed was summer's time; the teeming autumn, big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime, like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: yet this abundant issue seem'd to me but hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; for summer and his pleasures wait on thee, and, thou away, the very birds are mute; or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer that leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. a. sonnet b. ode c. haiku d. sestina