Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May...

When faced with certain tragedy, we often turn our minds to poetry. This has always been one of my personal favorites, and it has never rung more true than in the last year. Enjoy. 

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 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