Like a white stone deep in a draw-well lying As hard and clear a memory lies in me I cannot strive, nor have I heart for striving It is such pain and yet such ecstasy. It seems to me that someone looking closely Into my eyes would see it, patent, pale And seeing, would grow sadder and more thoughtful
Than one who listens to a bitter tale. The ancient gods changed men to things but left them A consciousness that smoldered endlessly That marvelous sorrows might endure forever You have been changed into a memory