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 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 death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD BLACK GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS BLACKMWORE MAIDENS by WILLIAM BARNES THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY |