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.

Werstine, Paul, et al. Shakespeare's Sonnets & Poems. United States, Simon & Schuster, 2015.

Why I chose this poem

It's a bit of a cheat for this project, like other poems I added. I already knew it. First year of college, assignment for a Shakespeare class. And not a cheat at all. Inspiration. One of the first poems I swallowed, and it was right here, over 30 years later.