Shakespeare The Haiku Poet Ii

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 73