<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Make Merry in the Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Observe the busy bee, my son, <br>which from dawn rich till day is done, <br>from bloom to blossom journeying, <br>extracts from each a different thing, -<br>a special nectar from each one, <br>by each embraced, detained by none.<br>There’s room for more before Death’s sting<br>envelops all within dark wing.<br> When first-fruits fall so readily, <br> then flitter-flatter fancy free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our hearts rejoice ‘bove anything<br>to hear the cricket’s cheerful ring, <br>so dance through life, no pleasures shun, <br>until the thread of Fortune’s spun.<br>Copy the cricket, chirp and sing<br>throughout life’s Summer, for Time’s wing<br>is almost flown before begun: -<br>from branch to branch enjoy your fun<br> before you choose the perfect tree <br> from which to hang eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eternal traverse of the sun<br>mocks Man’s vain efforts, every one, <br>“the garment of repentance fling”<br>to dust “and in the fire of Spring”<br>refill your cup, let sweetness run.<br>All know their leaves fall one by one.<br>Today tomorrow stings, may bring<br>sans eyes, sans ears, sans everything.<br> “Some little talk of me and thee”<br> there’ll be, then nothing more will be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin Poem written 19 May 1986</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425556" data-title="Make Merry in the Room de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Observe the busy bee, my son, which from dawn rich till day is done, from bloom to blossom journeying, extracts from each a different thing, - a special nectar from each one, by each embraced, detained by none. There’s room for more before D..."></div> </div> </div>

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