Poetry for paleontologists: In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto 123, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
May 10, 2014
There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.
The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
But in my spirit will I dwell,
And dream my dream, and hold it true;
For tho’ my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.
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Photos by me, except where noted. From the top down:
- Sunset at the Salton Sea, October 12, 2013.
- Ammonite display at Dinosaur Journey, Museum of Western Colorado, May 1, 2014.
- Sunrise at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, May 26, 2012.
- My hand with fossil eggshell from the Cedar Mountain Formation, May 5, 2014. Many thanks to Sharon McMullen for the photo.