Shakespeare Love Poem - That Time|
of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
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 tho 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.
.....That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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