“Stranger,
here you will do well to linger; here our highest good is pleasure”
Epicurus

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The Blossome

March 11, 2020

LITTLE think’st thou, poor flower,
Whom I’ve watch’d six or seven days,
And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour
Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,
And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
Little think’st thou,
That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
To-morrow find thee fallen, or not at all.

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In this extract from his classic English sonnet, John Donne (1572–1631) compares the eye-catching Springtime blossom to the pride of a young woman he has fallen in love with and the fleeting nature of her youth and beauty.

In recent weeks trees across the British Isles have adorned themselves with bright, colourful blossom yet this proud, boastful beauty is short-lived and fragile.

Indeed, gusts of wind and downpours leave many trees and shrubs clinging onto their floral displays by a thread, so venture out and appreciate the blossom before it is too late.