That time of year thou may'st 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.

That time of year thou may'st in me behold,<br />
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang<br />
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-<br />
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

William Shakespeare

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