Stonehenge I viewed the Stonehenge rocks just yesterday; The sun was glist'ning through an interstice. I felt the need to pause and, pausing, pray To Celtic priests who carved this edifice From giant stones they found along the way And dragged into the Shire with artifice And leverage to form this strange array Of standing stones, the Druid's calculus. What lore the rocks at Stonehenge have to yield: How men once came to worship in the sun These ten-ton altars standing o'er the field; The clockwork gears, once started, ever run; The secrets of the sun-washed earth revealed, This magic solstice cycle has begun.