I actually stumbled upon this while reading the introduction to a scientific journal article (further proof that scientists can be thoughtful poetic people as well!)
It made me think of Dayton...
I do not know much about gods; but I think the river
Is a strong brown god|sullen, untamed and intractable,
Patient to some degree, at rst recognized as a frontier;
Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyer of commerce;
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.
The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten
By the dwellers in cities|ever, however, implacable,
Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder
Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated
By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and
T. S. Eliot, The dry salvages