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,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
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,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d 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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十四行诗第七十三首：你在我身上看见暮秋
你在我身上看见一年中的那个时节，
黄叶，或一片也无，或仅余几片，悬在枝头，
枝条在寒意中颤抖，
如空荡荒废的唱诗席，昔日甜美的鸟儿曾在那里歌唱。
你在我身上看见一天的暮色，
日落之后在西方渐渐消退，
旋即被黑夜夺走，
那死亡的第二个自我，将万物封入安息。
你在我身上看见那火焰的微光，
躺在自己青春留下的灰烬上，
如同伏在终将断气的临终之榻，
被曾经滋养它的燃料耗尽。
你看见这一切，便使你的爱更加深重，
去珍爱那你不久便不得不离开的事物。