A LOVER carved upon a bed of stone His lady's name, and set thereto a rhyme; And on the rock were marks beside his own, Scratched by a glacier in primeval time. And yet the passion that his spirit stirred, The while he cut her fond and fleeting name, In faith, was more eternal than the word The ice age spoke -- time's snow against love's flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER WITHDRAWALS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE NEW ARGONAUTS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE DEAD CHRIST by EDWARD CARPENTER |