(Two who became a story)
By the Runic Stone
They sat, where the grass sloped down,
And chattered, he white-hatted, she in brown,
Pink-faced, breeze-blown.
Rapt there alone
In the transport of talking so
In such a place, there was nothing to let them know
What hours had flown.
And the die thrown
By them heedlessly there, the dent
It was to cut in their encompassment,
Were, too, unknown.
It might have strown
Their zest with qualms to see,
As in a glass, Time toss their history
From zone to zone!
By The Runic Stone
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: alone, history, pink, time, grass, white, place, brown, unknown, story, thrown, stone, glass, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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