DUST will go back to dust. There is no charm By which to add an hour to a summer day, To keep the fragrance of a wild rose warm After the fragile petals fall away. Beauty must pass, and moments that are sweet Beyond all telling, swiftly, swiftly go, And man still turn, with still unready feet, Down one more pathway that he does not know. Beauty must pass. But beauty that has been Endures beyond the boundaries of years, With all things lovely that the heart has seen, And all things constant that the mind reveres; For life to death an answering challenge flings: Time is no measure for immortal things! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |