The Yogis by the Ganges's stream
Recline as children, suppliant
The likeness of a chillum's wind
T' their source of enlightenment;

It seems as still, transcending age
But for the incline of its trough
In agitation of the rest
And vi'lence of the sun enough

To recognize, by one's own peace
Beside a puerile sense of self,
That men are motile constantly
And stillness is a motion's pelf.