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Sonnet 73
1That time of year thou may'st in me behold
2When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
3Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
5In me thou see'st the twi-light of such day
6As after sun-set 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,
13    This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
14    To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Notes

4] ruin'd] John Benson (1640); rn'wd Q. This is a famous crux, emended to almost universal applause, although "rude" or "rued" are both possible. Back to Line
12] with that] by fire (cf. line 9). Back to Line