Rolling Stones

In this the sheltered home of druids birth Is played a symphony of mother earth As stones wear round amid the sound Of ever dancing whirling waters The green woods whisper sad laments As raining tears are heaven sent And Druid Shades in seed await To see the grasping greed abate With patience only stones can know In streams and dreams of sweetness bent Reflective polished thoughts content Finished surface shining brightly Like hopes and dreams recurring nightly As lunar currents levy toll Recalls enthrall and thrill my soul I still and hear the cymric waters Rolling stones for druid daughters Down all the hills in rills of song Where else would druids e'er belong?