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 * “That time of year thou may’st in me behold,
 * &emsp;When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
 * Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
 * &emsp;Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
 * In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
 * &emsp;As after sunset fadeth in the west;
 * Which by and by black night doth take away, —
 * &emsp;Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
 * In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
 * &emsp;That on the ashes of his youth doth lie;
 * As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
 * &emsp;Consumed with that which it was nourished by.”
 * &emsp;[Sonnet lxxiii.]
 * “Aber zufrieden mit stillerem Ruhme,
 * Brechen die Frauen des Augenblick’s Blume,
 * Nähren sie sorgsam mit liebendem Fleiss,
 * Freier in ihrem gebundenen Wirken,
 * Reicher als er in des Wissens Bezirken
 * Und in der Dichtung unendlichem Kreis.”
 * “Not like to like, but like in difference;
 * Yet in the long years liker must they grow, —
 * The man be more of woman, she of man;
 * He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
 * Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
 * She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care;
 * More as the double-natured poet each;
 * Till at the last she set herself to man,
 * Like perfect music unto noble words.”
 * }
 * “Aber zufrieden mit stillerem Ruhme,
 * Brechen die Frauen des Augenblick’s Blume,
 * Nähren sie sorgsam mit liebendem Fleiss,
 * Freier in ihrem gebundenen Wirken,
 * Reicher als er in des Wissens Bezirken
 * Und in der Dichtung unendlichem Kreis.”
 * “Not like to like, but like in difference;
 * Yet in the long years liker must they grow, —
 * The man be more of woman, she of man;
 * He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
 * Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
 * She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care;
 * More as the double-natured poet each;
 * Till at the last she set herself to man,
 * Like perfect music unto noble words.”
 * }
 * “Not like to like, but like in difference;
 * Yet in the long years liker must they grow, —
 * The man be more of woman, she of man;
 * He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
 * Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
 * She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care;
 * More as the double-natured poet each;
 * Till at the last she set herself to man,
 * Like perfect music unto noble words.”
 * }
 * She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care;
 * More as the double-natured poet each;
 * Till at the last she set herself to man,
 * Like perfect music unto noble words.”
 * }
 * Like perfect music unto noble words.”
 * }
 * }
 * }
 * }