She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
The years like great black oxen tread the world
And God the herdsman goads them on behind
And I am broken by their passing feet.
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human