Here you will find the Poem Eternal Time, That Wastest Without Waste of poet Anonymous Americas
Eternal Time, that wastest 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; What so 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 measur'd; thou, by none: All are in thee; thou, in thyself alone.
