When I behold the heavens as in their prime,And then the earth (though old) still clad in green,The stones and trees, insensible of time,Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen

When I behold the heavens as in their prime,And then the earth (though old) still clad in green,The stones and trees, insensible of time,Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen