A. W.

ETERNAL Time, that wasteth without waste!

That art, and art not! diest, and livest still;

Most slow of all; and yet of greatest haste;

Both ill and good; and neither good, nor ill;

How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise:

Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days!

Both free and scarce, thou giv’st and tak’st again;

Thy womb, that all doth breed, is tomb to all;

Whatso by thee hath life, by thee is slain;

From thee, do all things rise: by thee they fall!

Constant, inconstant, moving, standing still;

Was, Is, Shall Be, do thee both breed and kill!

I lose thee, while I seek to find thee out;

The farther off, the more I follow thee;

The faster hold, the greater cause of doubt.

Was, Is, I know: but Shall, I cannot see.

All things by thee are measured; thou, by none:

All are in thee. Thou, in thyself alone!

THE END.