into the falling of the starre
or as the flights of eagles are
or like the fresh springs gawdy hue
or silverdrops of morning dew
or like the wind that chased the flood
or bubbles that all waters stood
even such is man whose borrowed light
is fast called in and paid tonight
the wind blows out the bubble dies
the spring entomb'd in autumn lies
the spring dries up the starre is shot
the flight is past and man is forgot
the spring dries up the bubble dies
the spring entomb'd in autumn lies
the well dries up and the starre is shot
the flight is past and man is forgot
and earth covers earth
and time tryeth truth
earth covers earth
time tryeth truth
