Sonnet 73: That Time of Year

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That time of year thou mayst 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 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 see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the death-bed whereon it must еxpire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by This thou perceiv'st, which makеs thy love more strong To love that well which thou must leave ere long