Stone Walls

QUIET MORNING

STONE WALLS

Stone walls seem gathered not by men

But by some older force,

As if the hills had driven them

In slow flocks from the grass.

And since the heavy boulders come

Of low and ancient birth

They never learn the will of men

To stand aloof from earth

But peacefully disintegrate

Under the orchard boughs

And up and down the pastures

Beside the dozing cows.