Pleasures are like poppies spread
You seize the flower its bloom is shed
Or like the snow falls in the river
A moment white, then melts forever
Or like the Borealis race
That flit ere you can point their place
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanshing amidst the storm
Nae man can tether time nor tide
The hour approaches, Tam must ride

Robbie Burns

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