From the old stone
The carven words reproach me,
Beside the rows of quiet dead:
The wonder of the world,
The beauty and the power,
The shapes of things,
Their colors, lights and shades,
These I saw.
Look ye also
While life lasts.
Earth, air and upper air,
Earth, air and water I knew,
And the sun on my face.
The voices of women and men,
The shouting of children,
These I knew.
Harken ye, also.
Drink while life lasts
The wine of astonishment.
So spoke the stone.
[Poet's note:] The seven lines of the second stanza are taken from an old Swedish gravestone, and are quoted by Olaus J.Murie of Moose, Wyoming.
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