Slow-footed time that forced him to abide
Unnumbered ages in death-agony,
While at our feet the sea bore sluggishly
The burden of a salt-encumbered tide.
No word we spoke, but gazed with solemn eyes
Where the last sunset slowly passed away
And left the sky a sheet of endless grey,
Seeing the world, God's careful sacrifice,
The victim of an infinite decay,
And thinking of the worm that never dies.