ABOVE me stand, worn from their ancient use, br The King's, the Bishop's, and the Warrior's house, br Quiet as folds upon a grassy knoll: br Stark-grey they stand, wall joined to ancient wall, br Chapel, and Castle, and Cathedral. br br It is not they are old, but stone by stone br Into another lifetime they have grown, br The life of memories an old man has: br They dream upon what things have come to pass, br And know that stones grow friendly with the grass.