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Who’s ready for Autumn? – Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare


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.




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  1. I love Autumn, but living in south Texas, we don’t see much of it. For the first day of the season, we had a temperature of 100 degrees. Also, great Sonnet! I love Shakespeare.

  2. When I first time read the sonnet I didn’t realize the beauty of Fall but after staying in USA for two years I was mesmerized by its beauty…all those lines came in my mind…….considering one of my favorite seasons….but right now I am truly missing it 😦

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