The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
So much wrong could religion induce.
Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.