The Sand Of Wisdom

Lo, Wisdom is the sand upon the shore
Of Eternity. Yea, man plays
Upon the shore, letting the silver stuff
Flow through his fingers, watching
The sifting with ponderous consideration,
Trying that he take within him the path
Of the sand, and make of his own wisdom
A thing more stable.
Oh, I say Wisdom is the sand upon the shore
Of Eternity, and mankind is the child
Playing upon it, letting the silver stuff
Flow between his fingers. Oh, this then
Is the stuff of wisdom, for no man
May stay its flowing. It remaineth atoms!
And never becometh set; nay it is
A lendful toy unto the hand of man.