YEAR after year The leaf and the shoot; The babe and the nestling, The worm at the root; The bride at the altar, The corpse on the bier -- The Earth and its story, Year after year. Whither are tending, And whence do they rise, The cycles of changes, The worlds in their skies, The seasons that roll'd Ere I flash'd from the gloom, And will roll on as now When I'm dust in the tomb? |