Listen and I will tell you the poem that time has accepted!
For in the east a river there flows
And this river is new for life has just begun
It flows past another
Yet this one is as old as time and more
For it is the end and flows not as the other
But up a hill and off the land and forms the sea of time.
Now in the middle of these rivers there lies a court
And it is in this court that a balance rests