Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold. By William Shakespeare

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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 expire,

Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

2 thoughts on “Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold. By William Shakespeare”

  1. So lovely Steve. If you don’t know it already look up the Phoenix and the Turtle. The latter actually referring to a turtle dove. Thanks for this.

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  2. You’re most welcome, Christina! After getting my BA in English, I went to a grad school that had an excellent Shakespeare department. Youthful energy and restless legs took me away before I finished, but it left me with an abiding love for all things Shakespeare. The Phoenix and the Turtle is available at the Folger Library, which is hard to beat for on-line browsing. https://www.folger.edu/the-phoenix-and-turtle

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