So today's poem comes from the "Trees Be Company" book that I often turn to. The arrangement of poems in the book is alphabetical by title; this is the one nearest to where "Kew..." might be.
Lucombe Oak at Kew Gardens |
'It is not growing like a tree'
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of Light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measure life may perfect be.
-Ben Johnson (1572-1637)
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