“A flower may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.”
Isaac Watts (1674–1748) English hymnwriter, theologian and logician
Song 13: "The Danger of Delay".
1710s, Divine Songs Attempted in the Easy Language of Children (1715)
Love is Enough (1872), Song VII: Dawn Talks to Day
Context: Morn shall meet noon
While the flower-stems yet move,
Though the wind dieth soon
And the clouds fade above.
Loved lips are thine
As I tremble and hearken;
Bright thine eyes shine,
Though the leaves thy brow darken.
O Love, kiss me into silence, lest no word avail me,
Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me!
O sweet day, O rich day, made long for our love!
“A flower may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.”
Isaac Watts (1674–1748) English hymnwriter, theologian and logician
Song 13: "The Danger of Delay".
1710s, Divine Songs Attempted in the Easy Language of Children (1715)
Mark Hopkins (educator) (1802–1887) American educationalist and theologian
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 108.
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard (1795–1828) American writer
Epithalamium, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
An Irish Airman Forsees His Death http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1441/ <br class="br">The Wild Swans at Coole (1919) <br class="br">Context: I know that I shall meet my fate<br>Somewhere among the clouds above;<br>Those that I fight I do not hate,<br>Those that I guard I do not love;<br>My county is Kiltartan Cross,<br>My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,<br>No likely end could bring them loss<br>Or leave them happier than before.<br>Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,<br>Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,<br>A lonely impulse of delight<br>Drove to this tumult in the clouds;<br>I balanced all, brought all to mind,<br>The years to come seemed waste of breath,<br>A waste of breath the years behind<br>In balance with this life, this death.
“While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.”
Thomas Campbell (1777–1844) British writer
Part II, line 45
Pleasures of Hope (1799)
“At daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.”
Madison Cawein (1865–1914) poet from Louisville, Kentucky
Quiet.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations (1919)