Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Ver Perpetuum. Fragment from an Unpublished Poem

The early Year's fast-flying vapours stray In shadowing trains across the orb of day: And we, poor Insects of a few short hours,        &nbspDeem it a world of Gloom. Were it not better hope a nobler doom, Proud to believe that with more active powers        &nbspOn rapid many-coloured wing        &nbspWe thro' one bright perpetual Spring Shall hover round the fruits and flowers, Screen'd by those clouds and cherish'd by those showers!