No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been. See image Adelaide Anne Procter
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. See image Adelaide Anne Procter
Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. See image Adelaide Anne Procter