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.
The Poems of Adelaide A. Procter (ed. 1866)
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.
The Poems of Adelaide A. Procter (ed. 1866)