
Spring passes swiftly, summer hastens away, and autumn remains incomplete amid a moaning blast. The seasons move toward winter as the speaker reflects that nothing lasts or can be held onto.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Seasonal Poetry, Meditative Poetry · 144 words
Lovely Spring, / A brief sweet thing, / Is swift on the wing; / Gracious Summer, / A slow sweet comer, / Hastens past; / Autumn while sweet / Is all incomplete / With a moaning blast, -- / Nothing can last, / Can be cleaved unto, / Can be dwelt upon; / It is hurried through, / It is come and gone, / Undone it cannot be done, / It is ever to do, / Ever old, ever new, / Ever waxing old / And lapsing to Winter cold.
passing time · seasons · impermanence · winter
Tempus Fugit is listed on Textopian as a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, dated Date unknown.
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