(By John Milton)
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And meerly mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.
I'm not much of a Milton fan, but, since he was born on this date in 1608, I figured it was appropriate to celebrate his poetry. Anyways, On Time is a solid bit of poetry. ;-)
And the camellias? Well, if we're going to start looking at "cold season" flowers, then we can't overlook our Yuletide whites and pinks.
Pretty soon, seasonal camellia shows will be a near weekly feature. Pretty, pretty flowers.
|Christmas Camellia (Yuletide)|
Here are a few vids:
When I consider how my light is spent