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Walter de la Mare - The Corner StoneWalter de la Mare - The Corner Stone
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    Sterile these stones     By time in ruin laid.     Yet many a creeping thing     Its haven has made     In these least crannies, where falls     Dark`s dew, and noonday shade.     The claw of the tender bird     Finds lodgment here;     Dye-winged butterflies poise;     Emmet and beetle steer     Their busy course; the bee     Drones, laden, near.     Their myriad-mirrored eyes     Great day reflect.     By their exquisite farings     Is this granite specked;     Is trodden to infinite dust;     By gnawing lichens decked.     Toward what eventual dream     Sleeps its cold on,     When into ultimate dark     These lives shall be gone,     And even of man not a shadow remain     Of all he has done?
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