That time of year (Michael Gray)
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-11-18). Score information: Letter (landscape), 4 pages, 176 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, "Book of Sonnets."
First published: 2015
Description: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, "Book of Sonnets."
Original text and translations
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 ruined 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 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,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXIII)