Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

1That time of year thou mayst in me behold

2When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

3Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

4Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

5In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

6As after sunset fadeth in the west;

7Which by and by black night doth take away,

8Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

9In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,

10That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

11As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,

12Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.

13 This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

14 To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.