the verse shall stand

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

William Shakespeare
Photo © Arne Persson. 1968  

My best wishes for the New Year 2011 to all our friends and contributors - Mr Urbano


Rhonda Boocock said…
so beautiful...the photo and the words...Happy New Year MrUrbano!
paulboo said…
Shakespeare knew what's what!
Hope it's a fabulous one for you and your family.
Simon Johansson said…
nice photo!