WHEN Thomas set this tablet here, <br />Time laughed at the vain chanticleer; <br />And ere the moss had dimmed the stone, <br />Time had defaced that garrison. <br />Now I in turn keep watch and ward <br />In my red house, in my walled yard <br />Of sunflowers, sitting here at ease <br />With friends and my bright canvases. <br />But hark, and you may hear quite plain <br />Time's chuckled laughter in the lane.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-richmond-s-garden-wall/
