XXII (Sonnets to Orpheus - First part)
We wax for waning.
Count, though, Time's journeying
as but a little thing
in the Remaining.
End of unmeasured
hasting will soon begin;
only what's leisured
leads us within.
Boys, don't be drawn too far
into attempts at flight,
into mere swiftness. -- Look
how rested all things are:
shadow and fall of light,
blossom and book.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by J.B. Leishman)