Elegy for Jane
How we cite our quotes:
The sides of wet stones cannot console me,
Nor the moss, wound with the last light. (16-17)
Our speaker's sadness seems to be as stubborn as Jane's was. We have a couple beautiful (albeit unusual) natural images, but even the cool, smooth, shiny wet stones and the delicate moss, caught in the light of the setting Sun, can't lift the spirits of our grieving speaker. Bummer.