Happy National Poetry Day!
To celebrate National Poetry Day, I have posted one for this dank, dark day in Belfast although St. Lucy's day is still some way off.
A NOCTURNALL UPON ST. LUCIE'S DAY,
BEING THE SHORTEST DAY.
by John Donne
'TIS the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucie's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's whole sap is sunk;