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Gaunt on the cloudy plainStand the great Stones,Dwarfed in the vast reachOf a sky that owns

All the measure of earthWithin its cloud-hung cave.Dumb stands the CircleAs on a God's grave.

But clattering with horsesUp from the valley,With horses and horsemenAt a trot, gaily

Dragging the limbered guns,Youth comes riding,---Easy sits, mettlesomeHorses bestriding.

Fast come the twinkling hoofs,Light wheels and guns,Invading the upland,And sweep past the Stones.

Giant those shapes nowOver them tower,---Time's dark statureOver Youth's fleet hour.

Ribs of dismemoried Earth,Guard what you may!The Immortals alsoPass, nor stay.

© Binyon Heward Laurence