I have been told by thoughtful men
To meditate the moving face
Of nature, and with care to trace
The lineaments of now and then.

But studying love’s better theme
I found this new world cruel and cold;
My senses were not young or old
But followed the insensate beam.

Maybe if time is kind to those
Who do not understand her face,
I’ll touch sometime the moving grace
Of water as it quickly flows.

-Blanford Parker, 1982