Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.

Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any read more

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

The deeper the waters are, the more still they run.

The deeper the waters are, the more still they run.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
. . . .
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
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What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's read more

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over
rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of
the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.

It is wretched business to be digging a well just as thirst is
mastering you.
[Lat., Miserum est read more

It is wretched business to be digging a well just as thirst is
mastering you.
[Lat., Miserum est opus,
Igitur demum fodere puteum, ubi sitis fauces tedet.]