Men Fade Like Rocks

Rock-like the souls of men
Fade, fade in time.
Falls on worn surfaces,
Slow chime on chime,

Sense, like a murmuring dew,
Soft sculpturing rain,
Or the wind that blows hollowing
In every lane.

Smooth as the stones that lie
Dimmed, water-worn,
Worn of the night and day,
In sense forlorn,

Rock-like the souls of men
Fade, fade in time;
Smoother than river-rain
Falls chime on chime.