Too well ever to speak,
Three children unforbidden
Are playing hide-and-seek.
What if for such a hiding
These stones were not designed?
The dead are far from chiding;
The living need not mind.
Too soon the stones that hid them
Anonymously in play
Will earn their names and bid them
Come back and hide to stay.
Robert Francis (b. 1901)
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