In Verona

1

O’er the abodes o’the Capulets and Montagues,

The gentle eye there in the spacious skies now views,

By thunder whipped and washed with rain — —

2

The lonesome ruins of the two adverse estates,

The once so splendid, now demolished, garden gates;

And casts a star from the heavenly plain —

3

The cypress says: For Romeo and Juliet

It is a tear that permeates their tombs so wet,

And drenches them — now even more.

4

But many people, in a sagely fashion, say

That it is rocks and stones not tears that fall today,

Stones and rocks — that none’s been waiting for!