Whilst I have been occasionally sat impatiently inside during the sporadic and bitterly cold weather over the past few weeks, I have been perusing some books and noticed how much literature has been inspired by the natural world. I found a whole host of beautiful literature I’d like to share with you all in a new weekly series over the seasons called ‘Thoughtful Thursdays’.
Today’s poem kicks off the first of the series with a poem by Robert Herrick about daffodils – the archetypal sign of Spring and so fleetingly gone as soon as they appeared. I thought this was a fitting first poem due to the erratic weather we have encountered in this years start to Spring.
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising run
Has not attained his noon.
Until the hasting day
But so the evensong;
And, having prayed together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry,
Like the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew
Ne’er to be found again.