A moment's quietly turned masterpiece
Stray straws together in the wind
More beautiful because it has to cease
More perfect since it's destined soon to end.

Minute design, in shapeless details wrought
Yet by some artist's accidental deed
A lovely whole, a curve, just as if sought
A bosom beauty, sprung from heaven's seed.

A thing so lovely of itself must be
A token from that other spectral land
Where love is real and by a roaring sea
Nymphs write their songs with fingers in the sand.

So soon to fade, yesterday is never,
Love me now, for this is our forever.

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