#herrick
Wintertime's hoarfrost, ice and rime
Have gone; departed hath the Gloom.
Make haste, ye maids, in Lilac Time:
Collect your Blossoms whilst they bloom.
What blooms today soon fades away:
Gather ye Lilacs while ye may,
Sith times, like Flying Saucers, zoom.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
Robert Herrick,
Poet and cleric,
Wrote numbers that were noble
When they weren't ignoble.
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 3:30 PM UTC
Suckles at first were curst
To be the homes of flies,
And smell'd like open tombs
With putrefying eyes.
But Christ, who saves the worst
(If so He wills) from death,
Did mercy give the blooms
By giving them His breath.
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 4:39 PM UTC