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Sonnet LXXIII
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| That time of year thou mayst in me behold | 1
| When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang | 2
| Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, | 3
| Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. | 4
| In me thou seest the twilight of such day | 5
| As after sunset fadeth in the west, | 6
| Which by and by black night doth take away, | 7
| Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. | 8
| In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire | 9
| That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, | 10
| As the death-bed whereon it must expire | 11
| Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. | 12
| This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, | 13
| To love that well which thou must leave ere long. | 14
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