Time Tryeth Truth

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 gawdy 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 borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to night

The wind blowes out, the bubble dies
The spring entomb'd 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 entomb'd in autumn lies
The dew dries up and the star is shot
The flight is past and man forgot

And earth covers earth
And time tryeth truth

Earth covers earth
Time tryeth truth