All Things Must Past

All things must past what of day is here born First it gives pleasure and then it is gone, Like a glow from dawn's new rising pylon Light of the day that to dark is forworn; All what to fate is impaired and forlorn Turning to echoes like fading carillon, Forgot in darkness what once was of dawn First it was merry - but now it is lorn. Dwell not on that - but forget like wish, All must wither as this summer so sweet That in shades and beauty welter will treat; Like every thought that will drift from a mind, Love is the thing that gives most anguish And like purest of truth sometimes is blind.