Travel Stories, Music, Photography, Medicine, Wanderlust thru the eyes of a Himalayan Hermit
Thursday, April 2, 2009
lily of day....
it is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere. A lily of a day, Is fairer far in May, Although it droop and die that night, It was the plant and flow'r of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.. ben johnson..