The Moment

O Time — the heedless child you are!
A daisy, the most distant star
Fall to your toying scimitar.

And I? And this loved face? We too
Are things but of a moment. True:
But then, poor youngling, so are you!

Dream on! In your small company
We are contented merely to be —
Yes, even to Eternity.
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