By The Runic Stone
(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!
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Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "By The Runic Stone"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...