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Winter Poplar Silhouette

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 seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth steal away,...

 

Sonnet 73

William Shakespeare

1564-1616

 

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Uploaded on February 28, 2008
Taken on December 27, 2007