Guest poem submitted by Nandini Krishnamoorthy:
(Poem #1965) To 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.
I was surprised that Minstrels had not run this famous Herrick poem. My first recollection of the poem is from "Dead Poets Society", Robin Williams reading it to the students. It's one of those poems that stays with you forever and a wonderful joy in re-discovering it. Nandini.