Far as the eye can see the land is grey, <br />And desolation sits among the stones <br />Looking on ruin who, from rocks like bones, <br />Stares with a dead face at the dying day. <br />Mounds, where the barberry and bay hold sway, <br />Show where homes rose once; where the village crones <br />Gossiped, and man, with many sighs and groans, <br />Laboured and loved and went its daily way. <br />Only the crow now, like a hag returned, <br />Croaks on the common that its hoarse voice mocks. <br />Meseems that here the sorrow of the earth <br />Has lost herself, and, with the past concerned, <br />Sits with the ghosts of dreams that haunt these rocks, <br />And old despairs to which man's soul gave birth.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dogtown/
