I MADE these verses in a rocky land, And I have named them Voices of the Stones, Although they do not keep that innocence Was shed on me when quiet made me kin To the cold immobile herd. All things have changed From primal nature save these stones: all things Since Eden, bird and beast and fin, have strayed Far from that shining garden of His thought: We also. Only the humble stones have kept Their morning starriness of purity Immutable. Being unfallen they breathe Only unfallen life; and with my cheek Pressed to their roughness I had part regained My morning starriness, and made these songs Half from the hidden world and half from this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |