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<blockquote data-quote="eric12421" data-source="post: 4422918" data-attributes="member: 562929">alright....That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin&#039;d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.that is a quatrain, which could also be called a stanzaIn me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death&#039;s second self, that seals up all in rest.this the second quatrainIn me thou see&#039;st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expireConsumed with that which it was nourish&#039;d by.this is the final quatrainThis thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.and that is the final couplet</blockquote>

[QUOTE="eric12421, post: 4422918, member: 562929"] alright.... 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. that is a quatrain, which could also be called a stanza In me thou seest 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. this the second quatrain 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 Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. this is the final quatrain This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. and that is the final couplet [/QUOTE]

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