A Poem For Sunday

Jan 27 2013 @ 1:14pm

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“Another Song” by Samuel Daniel (1562-1619):

   Are they shadowes that we see?
And can shadowes pleasure give?
Pleasures onely shadowes bee
Cast by bodies we conceive,
And are made the thinges we deeme,
In those figures which they seeme.
But these pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadowes are exprest:
Pleasures are not, if they last,
In their passing, is their best.
Glory is most bright and gay
In a flash, and so away.
Feed apace then greedy eyes
On the wonder you behold.
Take it sodaine as it flies
Though you take it not to hold:
When your eyes have done their part,
Thought must length it in the hart.

(From Daniel’s Tethy’s Festivall, published in 1610. Photo by Flickr user angelocesare)