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 Youths lit face;
A moments passion, closing on the cry
O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!
Vision
written bySiegfried Sassoon
© Siegfried Sassoon