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