歌词
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