Stonehenge

Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth Within its cloud--hung cave. Dumb stands the Circle As on a God's grave. But clattering with horses Up from the valley, With horses and horsemen At a trot, gaily Dragging the limbered guns, Youth comes riding,-- Easy sits, mettlesome Horses bestriding. Fast come the twinkling hoofs, Light wheels and guns, Invading the upland, And sweep past the Stones. Giant those shapes now Over them tower,-- Time's dark stature Over Youth's fleet hour. Ribs of dismemoried Earth, Guard what you may! The Immortals also Pass, nor stay.