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THE STONES OF STANTON DREW by WILLIAM WATSON

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First Line: BLAND WAS THE MORN, NO FAULT OR FLAW
Last Line: THE STONES OF STANTON DREW.
Subject(s): STONES; TIME; GRANITE; ROCKS;
BLAND was the Morn, no fault or flaw
Sullying her sheen and hue,
When, mid the April fields, I saw
The Stones of Stanton Drew.

Clear-hearted in the golden air
The eternal lyrist flew;
But dark and full of silence were
The Stones of Stanton Drew.

Isled and estranged from every mood
Of all that lived and grew,
Deep in forgotten Time they stood --
The Stones of Stanton Drew.

How many ages have gone by
Since last a mortal knew
Who set you there, and when, and why,
O Stones of Stanton Drew?

All sunlit was the Earth I trod,
The Heaven was frankest blue;
But secret as the dreams of God
The Stones of Stanton Drew.



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