October 29th, 2008


Sassoon, "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!'

--Siegfried Sassoon