Monday, 1 September 2008



When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;

And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

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Rose said...

I always say that that Shakespeare had a quote or line to fit every occasion! This sonnet certainly fits September as we realize how time in the garden is fleeting.

VP said...

OK Emma - I promise I'll appreciate September in all its glory. So, I've just been on a plant buying spree to celebrate!

Alex said...

It's like a jollier version of Abide With Me really. Change and decay in all around I see, but in a good way.

emmat said...

It's awfully near in the book to Let me Compare thee, which has a few choice words to say about what summer is really like compared to our idea of summer, too.....

Carolyn gail said...

Thanks for the lovely Sonnet for GBMD. I love Shakespeare, too.