Nothing Will Die / Lord Alfred Tennyson

When will the stream be aweary of flowing

  Under my eye?

  When will the wind be aweary of blowing

  Over the sky?

  When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?

  When will the heart be aweary of beating?

  And nature die?

  Never, oh! never, nothing will die?

  The stream flows,

  The wind blows,

  The cloud fleets,

  The heart beats,

  Nothing will die.

  Nothing will die;

  All things will change

  Through eternity.

  'Tis the world's winter;

  Autumn and summer

  Are gone long ago;

  Earth is dry to the centre,

  But spring, a new comer,

  A spring rich and strange,

  Shall make the winds blow

  Round and round,

  Through and through,

  Here and there,

  Till the air

  And the ground

  Shall be filled with life anew.

  The world was never made;

  It will change, but it will not fade.

  So let the wind range;

  For even and morn

  Ever will be

  Through eternity.

  Nothing was born;

  Nothing will die;

  All things will change.