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