Sonnet 73 William Shakespeare

That time of the year thou mayst in me behold

in meholdbe

time of the year

When yellow leaves,or none,

or few, do hang

leaves leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves

leaves

yellow leavesnone

few hang

Upon those boughs which shake

against the cold,

boughs

coldshake

against

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late

the sweet birds sang.

sweet birdslate

In me thou seest

the twilight of such day

m

the twilightseest

ethou

As after sunset fadeth

in the west,

sunset

west

Which by and by

sun

blackdoth take away

night

set

Death’s second self, that seals up all the rest.

second self

all the rest

black night

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire

me

fire

That on the ashes of his youth

doth lie,youth

ashes

fir

e

As the death-bed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.

itfirefirenourish’d bywood

old ageashesfire of youth

that well which thou must

leave ere long.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,love more strong

To

leave ere longfi

reashes