To Padraic Colum

by AE
I made these verses in a rocky land,
And I have named them Voices of the Stones,
Although they do not keep that innocence
Was shed on me when quiet made me kin
To the cold immobile herd. All things have changed
From primal nature save these stones: all things
Since Eden, bird and beast and fin, have strayed
Far from that shining garden of His thought:
We also. Only the humble stones have kept
Their morning starriness of purity
Immutable. Being unfallen they breathe
Only unfallen life; and with my cheek
Pressed to their roughness I had part regained
My morning starriness, and made these songs
Half from the hidden world and half from this.
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