At icy water’s edge
Mr. Campbell’s unfortunate end
For convictions of their truths
Eddington and Einstein both condemned
By luckless circumstance
the wave breaks upon this stone
The bastion of some undefined
proposition we are not alone
Stones, they trouble naught
nay even a sixpence
Over any ken
of their own existence
Sentient beings, blessed and cursed
not knowing the way of their end
will forever do their worst
to author it again