sábado, 1 de diciembre de 2007

Dead poets society


Gather the rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today,

To-morrow will be dying.

1 comentario:

Alba dijo...

Robert Herrick ;) :

GATHER ye rosebuds 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 marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

(genial esta actualización!)