All alone on an ancient stone <br />Lost in the setting of the sun, <br />The sound of hoofs-the rider has come <br />Up to the door of my rooms. <br />At length there came a loud, loud knock <br />There could be no response, <br />The knock was soon gone <br />And was heard no more <br />The lingering silence grew long, alone, <br />Alone, on the ancient stone. <br /> <br />The sun was long gone, a whipporwill's song <br />Though night wore away, still sang on <br />From the depths of his being, all alone. <br />The cock crowed once <br />And having no audience, crowed once more <br />There could be no response <br />The call was soon gone <br />And was heard no more <br />Silence grew long, just being alone <br />Alone, on the ancient stone.<br /><br />Kate Wiley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-x-my-ancient-stone/
