Reely's Poetry Blog

by GEORGE HERBERT (1593-1633)

I GOT me flowers to strew thy way;
I got me boughs off many a tree:
But thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st thy sweets along with thee.

The sun arising in the east,—
Though he give light, and the east perfume; .
If they should offer to contest
With thy arising, they presume.

Can there be any day but this, 
Though many suns to shine endeavour? 
We count three hundred, but we miss: 
There is but one, and that one ever.