by Abigail Olson

SONNET 73

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 14:59:24 UTC

quatrian 1

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 15:10:24 UTC

The time of the year thou may'st in me bold when yellow leaves, or none, or few,do hang.

This is talking about fall and the changes of weather and the leaves on trees.

quatrain 2

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 15:12:53 UTC

which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

This is comparing death to the night.

quatrain

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 15:19:55 UTC

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 nourished by.

Hes talking about how hes going to die soon because his youth has ran out.

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 15:26:27 UTC

this thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave'ere long.

your love of life should be strong than ever when you see this, you should appreciate life more.

Sonnet 73

olsonab12 — 2015-10-16 15:46:30 UTC

That time of year thou may'st in me behold when yellow leaves, or none, or few, or do hang. Upon those boughs which shakes 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 is was nourish'd by. This tough perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere being.