With slow haste runs the year
For now it is here but how it clears
In slow haste comes the dawn
This moment night, few later morn
On slow haste thrives the day
First it is bright, then it glows away
By slow haste lives the hour
In live-sapping seconds, it is stone in mire
With slow haste ebbs transient life
Brought forth in pain, torn down in strife.