Along the country roadside, stone on stone,
Past waving grain-field, and near broken stile,
The walls stretch onward, an uneven pile,
With rankling vines and lichen overgrown:
So stand they sentinel. Unchanged, alone,
They ’re left to watch the seasons’...

Yes, stone the woman, let the man go free!
Draw back your skirts, lest they perchance may touch
Her garment as she passes; but to him
Put forth a willing hand to clasp with his
That led her to destruction and disgrace.
Shut up from her the sacred ways of...

Poet: Anonymous

 
An Epitaph


Come knock your heads against this stone

For sorrow that poor John Thompsons gone

Poet:

How happy is the little Stone

That rambles in the Road alone,

And doesn't care about Careers

And Exigencies never fears —

Whose Coat of elemental Brown

A passing Universe put on,

And independent as the Sun...

Poet:

It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone

Enclosed 'twas not of Rail

A Consciousness its Acre, and

It held a Human Soul.


Entombed by whom, for what offence

If Home or Foreign born —

Had I the curiosity...

Poet: