Sonnet 73

[00:08.74] That time of year thou may'st in me behold
[00:15.41] When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
[00:22.49] Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
[00:28.95] Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
[00:37.93] In me thou see'st the twilight of such day,
[00:44.72] As after sunset fadeth in the west,
[00:51.44] Which by-and-by black night doth take away,
[00:58.18] Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
[01:07.04] In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
[01:12.88] That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
[01:17.24] As the death-bed whereon it must expire
[01:21.84] Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
[01:29.59] This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
[01:36.59] To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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