All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.
girl tonight i hold you close (close enough to prove) hope a garden grows where we dance this afternoon hope our children walk by spring and flowers bloom hope they’ll get to see my color know that i’ve enjoyed sunshine pray they’ll get to see me wither (with her)
English poet, pamphleteer, and satirist. He was a prolific writer who adopted a deliberate plainness of style; he was several times imprisoned. (Wikipedia)
From our stacks: Illustrations from Juvenilia. Poems By George Wither. Contained in the Collections of his Juvenilia which appeared in 1626 and 1633. Part I. Publications of the Spenser Society issue No. 9. Printed for the Spenser Society, 1871.