Eternal Power!Grant me, through obvious clouds, one transient gleamOf thy bright essence in my dying hour.

Thy verses are eternal, O my friend, For he who reads them, reads them to no end

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

Grief makes one hour ten

Catch, then, O catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies!

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.