That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
William Shakespere
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 all up in rest.
In me thou see'st the golwing 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.
You may see autumn in me
William Shakespeare
You may see autumn in me,
When the yellow leaves are either completely off, or only in twos and threes
hanging on the shrinking dead branches and trembling——< /p>
A deserted singing circle, where hundreds of birds once sang together.
You may see the evening mist in me,
It slowly fades to the west after sunset:
Night, the personification of death, gradually drives it away ,
Strict and quiet rest envelopes all kinds of chaos. < /p>
Destroyed by the fire that nourished it.
After seeing these, your love will be strengthened,
Because he will leave you and leave you suddenly.