To every thing there is a season

Running rest-day ...

... I've blipped from "Poem for the Day: One" on a couple of occasions now - well, I also have the second volume (as pictured, and printed in 2003, and kept at work!) and here's the poem from within for January 20th:


Sic Vita

Like to the falling of a star;
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue;
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that chafes the flood;
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.

The wind blows out; the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in Autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past; and man forgot.

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Henry King (1592 - 1669)