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Vision

 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!’






Book: Reflection on the Important Things