“Sic Transit” by Alexander Robertson
From Last Poems of Alexander Robertson, 1918
As gazing skywards on a moor I lay
A small cloud, lily-white, sped o’er the blue,
Unvaried else, yet vanished as it flew,
Of some dire foe invisible the prey.
And what is Life but as the fading mist?
And what Eternity but as the sky
Of stainless azure spreading boundlessly?
And Death is as the viewless foe, I wist.