All mortal creatures pass away <br />Like shadows of a winter's day; <br />Those ecstasies that we pursue <br />Which crimson youth once thought it knew, <br /> <br />Will never die, but gently fade <br />Along that universal stream, <br />Where stars appear, as they were made, <br />Reflected in a poet's dream.<br /><br />Sacha Hayes O'Grady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-mortal-creatures-pass-away/
