Unheeded by the crowd that passes by.
“Round through yon bridge upon his journey borne,
By some strange fancy led he seemed to stray,
Then on the other bank he’d gaze forlorn,
Then looking disappointed turn away.
“One morn I saw him on the railway’s side,
Among the slabs, some broken, some moss-grown;
Once more he came: he looked again, he sighed,
Then ceased the search for the forgotten stone.