By Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd 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.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
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Thursday was less cold than Wednesday, but not warm enough to make the remaining snow go away. Our roads are clear and the sidewalks aren't too bad, but the neighborhood paths are iced over and the snow has a crust of ice on top. I had lunch plans with Karen but I had scheduling issues and she threw out her back, so we postponed, and Paul and I went to get haircuts and went food shopping.
We had dinner early because the Terrapins played their first game in the NCAA tournament...which, as it turns out, will be their last game in the NCAA tournament, and the less said about that, the better. I was too depressed for more basketball so we watched some 9th season Bones. Here are some photos of what my neighborhood looked like today as the daffodils and lenten roses tried to recover through the snow:
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