Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
~Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806), “The Horologe of the Fields” Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an Acquaintance a magnificent French Timepiece, published 1807