Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Shakespeare. 15641616152. Sonnets viii
THAT time of year thou may’st 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 | 5 |
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, | 10 |
As the death-bed whereon it must expire, | |
Consumed 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. |