Eternal Time, that wastest without waste, <br />That art and art not, diest, and livest still; <br />Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste; <br />Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill: <br />How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise? <br />Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days. <br /> <br />Both free and scarce, thou giv'st and tak'st again; <br />Thy womb that all doth breed, is tomb to all; <br />What so by thee hath life, by thee is slain; <br />From thee do all things rise, by thee they fall: <br />Constant, inconstant, moving, standing still; <br />Was, Is, Shall be, do thee both breed and kill. <br /> <br />I lose thee, while I seek to find thee out; <br />The farther off, the more I follow thee; <br />The faster hold, the greater cause of doubt; <br />Was, Is, I know; but Shall, I cannot see. <br />All things by thee are measur'd; thou, by none: <br />All are in thee; thou, in thyself alone.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternal-time-that-wastest-without-waste/
