English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 122. Seventy-third Sonnet |
| | | William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
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| THAT time of year thou may’st in me behold | |
| When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang | |
| Upon 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 day | 5 |
| As 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 seest the glowing of such fire, | |
| That on the ashes of his youth doth lie | 10 |
| As the deathbed whereon it must expire, | |
| Consumed with that which it was norish’d by: | |
| This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, | |
| To love that well which thou must leave ere long. | |
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