In the first flood-tide of that joy I paid no heed to the bounds of metrical form, and as the stream does not flow straight on but winds about as it lists, so did my verse.

The train sped on; the broad fields with their blue-green border trees, and the villages nestling in their shade flew past in a stream of pictures which melted away like a flood of mirages.

Sorted, filtered, aggregated, averaged, analyzed, the flood of raw data we face every day can become an unmanageable stream of information.