To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
~ Robert Herrick
We've had an incredible stretch of Indian summer this week, with
temperatures in the 70s, and even flirting with 80. Some rain and a
change in the weather means a return to more seasonable conditions.
Carpe diem.
We've had that weather too and it's glorious - no jackets in November? woot!
ReplyDeleteOctober weather was 6 degrees above the average and we enjoyed a wonderful month of warm days. November came in with a chill, down right cold and gray. Since weather is always moving I have a feeling this chill will soon be on your doorstep.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great poem! Thank-you :-)
ReplyDeletelovely and timely! we actually saw the sun this afternoon...first time in days. I was surprised to see my knockout roses still blooming. they're hardier than I am for sure. carpe diem indeed.
ReplyDeleteWe had that beautiful weather, too. It was so wonderful. (It's gone now.) Those roses are lovely . . . and so is the poem!
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