For a Boulder near the spot where the last Hardhack was laid low By the new proprietor of the Hill of Arrow-head. A weed grew here. -- Exempt from use, Weeds turn no wheel, nor run; Radiance pure or redolence Some have, but this had none. And yet heaven gave it leave to live And idle it in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND PERPLEXITY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNET: 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD FOR A ROYAL WEDDING, 29 JULY 1981 by JOHN BETJEMAN PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE STONECUTTER by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |