stones

Gone the tyrant of my youth, and mute below the

chancel stones,

All his virtues—I forgive them—black in white

where that ben fulle cruele and ful evele Wommen of Nature:

and thei han precious Stones in hire Eyen; and their ben of

that kynde, that zif they beholden ony man, thei slen him anon

None that has lain down shall arise;

The stones are sealed across their places;

One shadow is shed on all their faces,

From the maze that a flower-belt encloses

To the stones and sea-grass on the strand

How red was the reign of the roses

He felt the veins in his body bloat,

And the hot blood run like fire and stones

Along the sides of his cracking bones.

Their hearts are blown away on the hot breeze.

Only the shells and stones can wait to be

Washed bright. For living things, who suffer pain,

How the spots on the ceiling danced prettily

When he flashed his stones. "Mother, the green

Has slid so cunningly in between

Rough with jagged bits of flint,

And jutting stones,

Old and cragged,