19 October 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 3
I made a posie, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But time did becken to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,
And wither'd in my hand.
My hand was next to them, and then my heart:
I took, without more thinking, in good part
Times gentle admonition:
Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste convey,
Making my minde to smell my fatall day;
Yet sugring the suspicion.
Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.
I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my sent be good, I care not, if
It be as short as yours.
About the author:
1593-1633. George Herbert was a Welsh poet, orator, and priest, whose extant poems concern religious themes.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by George Herbert at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 3, where "Life" ran on October 19, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic, rhyme.