William Drummond, of Hawthornden. 1585–1649
Change should breed Change
NEW doth the sun appear,
The mountains' snows decay,
Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year.
My soul, time posts away;
And thou yet in that frost
Which flower and fruit hath lost,
As if all here immortal were, dost stay.
For shame! thy powers awake,
Look to that Heaven which never night makes black,
And there at that immortal sun's bright rays,
Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of days!
5 comments:
This is a poem that you have to think about! I like it! Is there a reason that it looks like an evergreen tree in the latter part of the poem?-Barb
Barb, I'm sorry to say that it was just an accident that it looks like an evergreen tree. I centered the title and the computer centered the whole poem. I just left it that way because I liked it.
Cool accident!--Barb
Very nice poem.
Wasn't it, though, Barb?!
Dan and Wendy, glad you liked the poem. Thanks for stopping by.
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