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   English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
122. Seventy-third Sonnet
 
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
 
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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