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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 seest 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
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.
Paraphrase:
01. My time of life, as you may see, is like the time of year,
02. When yellow leaves, or no leaves, or few still hang
03. Upon the branches that shake in the cold winter wind,
04. And the branches are like bare, "molted" choir lofts,
where the birds sang sweetly, not long ago;
05. (Or one might say) In me, you see the twilight of a winter day
06. When, after sunset, the light is fading in the west,
07. And soon, the light is completely gone, taken away by the blackness of night,
08. Night being like a "twin" to death, when everybody is enclosed
by darkness, and resting;
09. (Or one might say,) I'm like the glowing embers left over from a fire,
10. (That burned in me in my youth,) and I'm lying on that bed
of ashes, of my youth,
11. Like on a death bed, where the last glow of the embers will expire,
12. As they're ultimately consumed by the heat which fed the fire
and kept it going;
13. I know you perceive this, and it tells me your love is
even stronger than I thought,
14. That you love so well, somebody you'll have to be separated from,
before long.
Any ideas of any image or visual representation? Preferably metaphorical.
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 seest 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
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.
Paraphrase:
01. My time of life, as you may see, is like the time of year,
02. When yellow leaves, or no leaves, or few still hang
03. Upon the branches that shake in the cold winter wind,
04. And the branches are like bare, "molted" choir lofts,
where the birds sang sweetly, not long ago;
05. (Or one might say) In me, you see the twilight of a winter day
06. When, after sunset, the light is fading in the west,
07. And soon, the light is completely gone, taken away by the blackness of night,
08. Night being like a "twin" to death, when everybody is enclosed
by darkness, and resting;
09. (Or one might say,) I'm like the glowing embers left over from a fire,
10. (That burned in me in my youth,) and I'm lying on that bed
of ashes, of my youth,
11. Like on a death bed, where the last glow of the embers will expire,
12. As they're ultimately consumed by the heat which fed the fire
and kept it going;
13. I know you perceive this, and it tells me your love is
even stronger than I thought,
14. That you love so well, somebody you'll have to be separated from,
before long.
Any ideas of any image or visual representation? Preferably metaphorical.