On Time by John Milton

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,

Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,

Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;

And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,

Which is no more than what is false and vain,

And merely mortal dross;

So little is our loss,

So little is thy gain.

For when as each thing bad thou hast intombed,

And last of all thy greedy self consumed,

Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss

With an individual kiss,

And Joy shall overtake us as a flood;

When every thing that is sincerely good

And perfectly divine,

With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine

About the supreme throne

Of Him, t' whose happy-making sight alone

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,

Then, all this earthly grossness quit,

Attired with stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time.

Tonight I went with Becky to see the Mark Morris Dance Group perform 'L'allegro, il Penseroso ed il Moderato' - music by Handel, poetry by John Milton and some of the most wonderful, funny, imaginative choreography and dancing I have ever seen. It was totally beautiful with the use of canons, symmetry and the words of the poetry seen awesomely portrayed in the movements. Just beautiful- I would recommend it to anyone.

Thus, I came home feeling happy and inspired and searched some Milton poetry- and I absolutely love this one!

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