| 1. | See also Sonnet 73: "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..."
Sonnet 73 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. |
