THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER
 
 I HEARD the old, old men say,
 "Everything alters,
 And one by one we drop away."
 They had hands like claws, and their knees
 Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
 By the waters.
 I heard the old, old men say,
 "All that's beautiful drifts away
 Like the waters."