Vision by Siegfried Sassoon
I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race... A moment in the dawn for Youth’s lit face; A moment’s passion, closing on the cry— ‘O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!’
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