Gather ye rosebuds all who will, <br />and yet, though Time’s a-flying, <br />in one fair head, eternal still, <br />Life thrives, Death’s grin denying. <br /> <br />The glorious lamp of Heaven, the Sun, <br />as higher he is getting, <br />if e’er his praises were begun, <br />laws seasonal forgetting. <br /> <br />Go[l]d head embarrassed would be hung <br />as modesty’s essential, <br />in beauty all eclipsed are, st[r]ung <br />like pearls inconsequential. <br /> <br />God praises her, both first and last, <br />each other flits, pale phantom, <br />she’s envied now by Future, Past, <br />Life’s summons flows to summum.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gather-ye-rosebuds-after-robert-herrick-to-the-virgins-to-make-much-of-time/
