Friday, 20 February 2009
He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life detroy;
But he who kisses joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
If you trap the moment before it's ripe,
The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;
But, if once you let the ripe moment go,
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
William Blake 1757-1827