’Tis not in vain, and not for nought,
The wind it blows, the ship it goes,
Though where and whither, no one knows.
πάντα ῥεῖ· οὐδὲν μένει.
Upon the water, in the boat,
I sit and sketch as down I float:
The stream is wide, the view is fair,
I sketch it looking backward there.
The stream is strong, and as I sit