THE STONE AGE

3 WAS not a vision! Yet the oak
O’erarched the paleolithic Age ;
And homesteads of a pigmy folk
Were clustered ’neath its foliage.

Secreted in that sylvan space,
To archzeologist unknown,

Stood, reared by some untutored race,
Strange rings and avenues of stone.

The little thorp deserted seemed ;
What prey had lured the tribe afar?
One figure, lingering, sat and dreamed,
As lonely as the evening star.
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