"   Years may go by, and the wheel in the river        Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day,   Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever        Long after all of the boys are away.   Home for the Indies and home from the ocean,        Heroes and soldiers we all will come home;   Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion,        Turning and churning that river to foam.   You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,        I with your marble of Saturday last,   Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled,        Here we shall meet and remember the past. "

― Robert Louis Stevenson , A Child's Garden of Verses