written verse

Rockbert Herrick:

To the Puppies, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye daisies 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 hump:
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever grump.




William Arthur Williams:

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the daisy
that was in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
it was delicious
so leafy
and so cold.