Men fade like rocks

Rock-like the souls of men

Fade, fade in time.

Falls on worn surfaces,

Slow chime on chime,

Sense, like a murmuring dew,

Soft sculpturing rain,

Or the wind that blows hollowing

In every lane.

Smooth as the stones that lie

Dimmed, water-worn,

Worn of the night and day,

In sense forlorn,

Rock-like the souls of men

Fade, fade in time;

Smoother than river-rain

Falls chime on chime.