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Robert Laurence Binyon - Stonehenge
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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.
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