If I cast my eyes before me Towards an infinite space in which I do not exist And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession there in which I do not exist And how little space I occupy in this first bit 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 on which 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 and man forgot The wind blows out and the bubble dies The spring entombed in autumn lies The dew dries up and the star is shot The flight is past and man forgot Earth covers earth Time tryeth truth
If I cast my eyes before me Towards an infinite space in which I do not exist And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession there in which I do not exist And how little space I occupy in this first bit 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 on which 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 and man forgot The wind blows out and the bubble dies The spring entombed in autumn lies The dew dries up and the star is shot The flight is past and man forgot Earth covers earth Time tryeth truth
