The River

Learn

That feet may mar Juturna's spring

With trampled dust debris

But wind will move the tarnished tide to sea;

That though she flies, the cooing dove

Will never know to sing;

That no decree

From up above

Can save our love;

That weakened, we

Can't but a string

In Cupid's crowded quiver

Shove



Know

That I step once into a river

But cannot again

For waters now were not the waters then

And I and myself past are different men;

That if you douse the flame of care

I'll greet you with a shiver;

That even when

The stream runs rare

Or flame lacks air

In Neptune's den

They still deliver

Till there's not a thing

To spare