Still glides the gentle streamlet on, <br />With shifting current new and strange; <br />The water that was here is gone, <br />But those green shadows do not change. <br />Serene, or ruffled by the storm, <br />On present waves as on the past, <br />The mirrored grave retains its form, <br />The self-same trees their semblance cast. <br />The hue each fleeting globule wears, <br />That drop bequeaths it to the next, <br />One picture still the surface bears, <br />To illustrate the murmured text. <br />So, love, however time may flow, <br />Fresh hours pursuing those that flee <br />One constant image still shall show <br />My tide of life is true to thee!<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-glides-the-gentle-streamlet-on/
