All alone on an ancient stone
Lost in the setting of the sun,
The sound of hoofs-the rider has come
Up to the door of my rooms.
At length there came a loud, loud knock
There could be no response,
The knock was soon gone
And was heard no more
The lingering silence grew long, alone,
Alone, on the ancient stone.
The sun was long gone, a whipporwill's song
Though night wore away, still sang on
From the depths of his being, all alone.
The cock crowed once
And having no audience, crowed once more
There could be no response
The call was soon gone
And was heard no more
Silence grew long, just being alone
Alone, on the ancient stone.
Kate Wiley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-x-my-ancient-stone/
