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 fallâ€”
They fling delight across the world; they call
To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race...
A moment in the dawn for Youthâ€™s lit face;
A momentâ€™s passion, closing on the cryâ€”
â€˜O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!â€™