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