Sunday in Verse | 26th April 2015

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

   Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 

   The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

   When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,

   And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

   You may forever tarry.

I opted to take a little break from blogging these last couple of weeks and decided, for the first time ever, not to feel terribly guilty about it. Sometimes keeping up with my blog can feel like a huge amount of weight and pressure which has really started to take the enjoyment out of it for me, especially with all the other commitments I have in my life right now- I'm sure every blogger out there can relate!

These last couple of weeks in particular have been especially busy. Not only is exam-time currently looming (only 2 weeks to go!!), but I'm also loaning a pony this term at uni which is taking up a significant amount of my time. And so, at the moment I'm just going to let myself blog at whatever pace I can manage, whether that's once a week or once a fortnight. I'm hoping that removing that element of stress will really help me to appreciate blogging when I do have the time to do it. 

In any case, I'm back with a Sunday in Verse. This is one of my favourite poems; a reminder of the quick passing of time and very appropriate for me at the moment, I think.