Classic Poem

Have peace, be still,
O frivolous throngs, that feed me, rill by rill!
Vex with contentious interludes no more
My sweeps of shore!

Enough to know
Your duty as ye subserviently flow;
Enough that ye were wrought to augment my waves,
Poor clamoring slaves!

Wedded to me
As limb to body or skin to flesh are ye,
And all your confluent lives, till this life die, —
Behold they are I!