The moments come and leave before we know, <br />And nothing here forever stays the same; <br />These instants are like tides of sea that flow, <br />Or a distant light of a twinkling flame. <br />Now there's beginning of summer's treasure, <br />Where everything is full of life's progress; <br />Later paleness will come to each such pleasure, <br />As winter again each flower caress. <br />And barren each tree of its beauty leaf, <br />With grayness of colors and withering on; <br />Sending mourning hearts a loss and a grief, <br />When there are only the shades to be drawn. <br />But again comes sun with blossoming bright, <br />To distil away the confronting night.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-157-the-moments-come/
