Weekly Interlinear Poem




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Robert Jackson

This is the poem for the week of October 6.
A new interlinear poem is available each Monday.


That time of year

-William Shakespeare


That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
yellow=leaf color in autumn
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
choirs=the area of a church occupied by the choir
late=lately

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,
black night takes away the twilight
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Death's second self=black night, like Death
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
fire=embers
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
death-bed=ashes
it=glowing (embers)
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
that which it was nourished by=the fires of youth
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
ere=before




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