An instant cometh on the wing,
Bearing a kingly crown:
This man is dazzled and lets it by—
That seizes and brings it down.
Winged things may stoop to any door
Alighting close and low;
And up and down, 'twixt earth and sky,
Do always come and go.
Swift, fluttering glimpses touch us all,
Yet, prithee, what avails?