Of the Inconstancy of our Actions

So in a running stream one wave we see
After another roll incessantly,
And as they glide, each does successively
Pursue the other, each the other fly
By this that's evermore pushed on, and this
By that continually preceded is:
The water still does into water swill,
Still the same brook, but different water still.

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American poet, playwright, and essayist known for her distinctive voice and modernist style.

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