1. That time of year thou mayst in me behold2. When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang3. Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,4. Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.5. In me thou see’st the twilight of such day6. As after sunset fadeth in the west;7. Which by and… Read More Sonnet LXXIII. William Shakespeare.