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(_Two who became a story_)
BY the Runic Stone / They sat, where the grass sloped down, / And chattered, he white-hatted, she in brown, / Pink-faced, breeze-blown.
Rapt there alone / In the transport of talking so / In such a place, there was nothing to let them know / What hours had flown.
And the die thrown / By them heedlessly there, the dent / It was to cut in their encompassment, / Were, too, unknown.
It might have strown / Their zest with qualms to see, / As in a glass, Time toss their history / From zone to zone!