Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Old Time Is Still A-Flying

One tenacious rose in my yard has decided to flower now, late in the season, with the snow falling on top of the deep yellow-gold flower. It reminded me of Robert Herrick's poem, largely because it seems to argue against Herrick's urgency. Just as flowers can sometimes surprise us with beauty out of season, so can life!


To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow 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 for ever tarry.

4 comments:

Devika said...

Good one Doug...

very 'time'ly :)
enjoyed...

wishes,
devika

Cynthia said...

So true and ever apt for me.
You've written these words of
advice beautifully Doug.

Rosa said...

Gorgeous poem! I remember hearing this one in my early childhood. =)

Say, what did your daughter think of the movie? I posted my thoughts on it on my blog; I wasn't particularly thrilled, but I know several people who did enjoy it.

Doug P. Baker said...

Thank you all!

Rosa, she ended up seeing a James Bond film instead, so I still have no feedback from her on the Twilight film.