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
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