Ode to a Stone


Oh thou cold and lonely place.

Where stones resemble

a loved one’s face.

Where the reading of a name

awakens a memory and a pain.

Many tears have hit thy face;

How many thoughts dost thou embrace?

Is thy ground still damp from tears

and sorrows lasting.

And when mine fall on thy rocky face;

Oh! I wonder how they’ll taste?

Canst thou tell them from the rain

or shall my tears fall forever,

amid the pouring rain.


1959