The Shadow on the Stone（1/1）

ThoasHardy

IwentbytheDruidstone

Thatbroodsthegardenwhiteandlone,

AndIspedandlookedattheshiftgshadows,

Thatatsoontsfallthereon

Frothetreehardbywitharhythicsg,

Andtheyshapedyiagg

Totheshadethatawell-knownheadandshoulders

Threwtherewhenshewasgardeng.

Ithoughtherbehdyback,

Yea,herIlonghadlearock,

AndIsaid：“Iasureyouarestandgbehd,

Thoughhowdoyougettothisoldtrack？”

Andtherewasnosoundbutthefallofaleaf

Asasadresponse;andtokeepdownygrief

Iwouldnotturnyheadtodisver

Thattherewasnothgybelief.

YetIwaolookandsee

Thatnobodystoodatthebackof;

ButIthoughtonceore：“Nay,Illnotunvision

Ashapewhich,sohow,thereaybe.”

SoIwentonsoftlyfrothegde,

Aherbehdthroghershade,

Assheweredeedallapparition—

Myheadunturnedlestydreashouldfade.