Rondeau by David Park Barnitz — Read

As shadows pass, in the misty night, Over the wan and moonlit grass, So passeth our glory out of sight, As shadows pass.

A little darkness, a little light, Sorrow and gladness, a weary mass, Glimmer and falter and pass in blight.

So all our life, in waning flight, Fadeth and faltereth, alas;

Passeth our sorrow and our delight, As shadows pass.