Picked up a wonderful fat volume of poetry yesterday at a bookstore going out of business sale. I got "A Treasury of Poems" for $2.63 CAD. Browsing this volume has improved my mood, and lifted my sour spirit.
Here are two poems from Robert Louis Stevenson.
Away With Funeral Music
Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing
The very flowers you pluck to-day
To-morrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,-
Gather ye roses while ye may.
Here are two poems from Robert Louis Stevenson.
Away With Funeral Music
AWAY with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.
Gather Ye RosesThe pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.
Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing
The very flowers you pluck to-day
To-morrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,-
Gather ye roses while ye may.
