TOUT PASSE

Like foam and fire and frost

The hours dissolve and go;

Let not our time be lost.

Though the day seemeth slow,

Its feet are shod with fire.

Ceaseless the minutes flow.

Love, let us slake desire

At Life's deep well. Alas!

Full soon our Youth will tire

And we be mown like grass.

Make of this hour the most,

Ere on light wings it pass

Like foam and fire and frost.