terra tegit terram

		into the falling of the sky
		or as the flights of eagles are
		or like the fresh springs gold in 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
		he's fast called in and paid tonight
		
		the wind blows out the bubble dies
		the spring entomb'd the 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