If I cast my eyes before me
What an infinite space in which I do not exist
And if I look behind me
What a terrible procession of years in which I do not exist
And how little space I occupy in this vast abyss of time
Like to the falling of a star
Or as the flights of eagles are
Or like the fresh spring′s gaudy hue
Or silver drops of morning dew
Or like a wind that chafes the flood
Or bubbles which on water stood
Even such is man whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid tonight
The wind blows out, the bubble dies
The spring entombed in autumn lies
The dew dries up, the star is shot
The flight is past, the man forgot
Earth covers earth
And time trieth truth
And earth covers earth
And time trieth truth
Earth covers earth
Time trieth truth
Earth covers earth
Time trieth truth
Earth covers earth
Time trieth truth
Earth
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