Act I, Scene 73

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• Shakespeare. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
  When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang 1010
  Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
  Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
  In me thou seest the twilight of such day
  As after sunset fadeth in the west,
  Which by and by black night doth take away, 1015
  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,
  As the death-bed whereon it must expire
  Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. 1020
  This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
  To love that well which thou must leave ere long.