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...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING |