Sonnet LXXIII: That Time of Year thou mayst in me Behold
William Shakespeare, Shake-speares sonnets (London: G. Eld for T. T., 1609). STC 22353. Facs. edn.: London: J. Cape, 1925. PR 2750 B48 1609b ROBA.
1That time of year thou mayst in me behold
2When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
3Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
4Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
5In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
6As after sunset fadeth in the west,
7Which by and by black night doth take away,
8Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
9In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
10That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
11As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
13This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
14To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
12] that: i.e., the ashes of what was formerly the fuel. Back to Line
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