That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou see’st the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west;Which by and by black night doth take away,Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
William Shakespeare · Shakespeare's Sonnets
Love & longing
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold”
- Author
- William Shakespeare
- Work
- Shakespeare's Sonnets
- Year
- 1609
- Chapter / part
- Sonnet LXXIII
- Length
- 121 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #1041
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