Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
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
Time 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.
Image 1: Oil painting on canvas created in 1908 by British Pre-Raphaelite artists John William Waterhouse
Image 2: Oil painting on canvas created in 1909 by British Pre-Raphaelite artists John William Waterhouse
4 comments:
mabro0ok 3ala ur blog :-D
poem is ok..not one of my favs 2 be honest but the painting with the pink roses is nice ;) hehe
n is t next post gonna b a poem by nsam?:p
laydeelay- Not anytime soon :-P
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