Gathering Apples




Lacs et entrelacs d’Edward Burne-Jones.

Comment ne pas songer au poème de Robert Herrick (1591-1674)?

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (Gather ye rosebuds)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.


Courtesy Tate Gallery