WHEN Thomas set this tablet here, br Time laughed at the vain chanticleer; br And ere the moss had dimmed the stone, br Time had defaced that garrison. br Now I in turn keep watch and ward br In my red house, in my walled yard br Of sunflowers, sitting here at ease br With friends and my bright canvases. br But hark, and you may hear quite plain br Time's chuckled laughter in the lane.