That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
掌上彩票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 by black night doth take away,
death's second self, that seals all up in rest.
In me thou see'st the golwing of such fire,
掌上彩票that on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
as the death-bed whereon it must expire,
consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
掌上彩票This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
掌上彩票to love that well which thou must leave ere long.