Permanency

A LOVER carved upon a bed of stone
His lady's name, and set thereto a rhyme;
And on the rock were marks beside his own,
Scratched by a glacier in primeval time.

And yet the passion that his spirit stirred,
The while he cut her fond and fleeting name,
In faith, was more eternal than the word
The ice age spoke — time's snow against love's flame!
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