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.
