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!

W Weronie (Norwid)