Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.

Falling drops will at last wear away stone.

And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.