Rejoice with me in little things
Which lend a richness by their sight,
And celebrate the transient
In pleasures sweet, howe’er so slight,
For there is time still left to you
Before the fell eternal night,
So use your senses actively
While sentience lends them its light,
Since beauty in its natal seat
Must pass unvalued in its flight
Where golden stems of summer wheat
Have thriven out of human sight.
Yes, beauty lies in knowing eyes,
And once they’ve closed, it surely dies.