A moment's quietly turned masterpiece

Stray straws together in the wind

More beautiful because it has to cease

More perfect since it's destined soon to end.

Minute design, in shapeless details wrought

Yet by some artist's accidental deed

A lovely whole, a curve, just as if sought

Bosom beauty, sprung from heaven's seed.

A thing so lovely of itself must be

A token from that other spectral land

Where love is real and by a roaring sea

Nymphs write their songs with fingers in the sand.

So soon to fade, yesterday is never,

Love me now, for this is our forever.