Birth . . . marriage . . . death;
Sorrow . . . joy . . , sorrow."
So murmur the millwaters,
Turning the wheel beneath.
Today and tomorrow,
These are here and coming,
The fall and foaming.
The quiet lies behind In the deep mind,
The gathering strength,
The tree-haunted deep Which tumbles at length Over, over again Into life out of sleep,
Grinding the grain.