Quote of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - With each heavy storm of rain ⁠Change...

"CONSTANCY IN CHANGE.

Could this early bliss but rest
⁠Constant for one single hour!
But e'en now the humid west
⁠Scatters many a vernal shower.
Should the verdure give me joy?
⁠'Tis to it I owe the shade;
Soon will storms its bloom destroy,
⁠Soon will Autumn bid it fade.

Eagerly thy portion seize,
⁠If thou wouldst possess the fruit!
Fast begin to ripen these,
⁠And the rest already to shoot.
With each heavy storm of rain
⁠Change comes o'er thy valley fair;
Once, alas! but not again
⁠Can the same stream hold thee e'er.

And thyself, what erst at least
⁠Firm as rocks appeared to rise,
Walls and palaces thou seest
⁠But with ever-changing eyes.
Fled for ever now the lip
⁠That with kisses used to glow,
And the foot, that used to skip
⁠O'er the mountain, like the roe.

And the hand, so true and warm,
⁠Ever raised in charity,
And the cunning-fashioned form,—
⁠All are now changed utterly.
And what used to bear thy name
⁠When upon yon spot it stood,
Like a rolling billow came,
⁠Hastening on to join the flood.

Be then the beginning found
⁠With the end in unison,
Swifter than the forms around
⁠Are themselves now fleeting on!
Thank the merit in thy breast,
⁠Thank the mould within thy heart,
That the Muses' favour blest
⁠Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart."

The Works of J. W. von Goethe, Volume 9 - Constancy in Change (en) 

Internet Archive - Goethes Gedichte (de)