Classic Poem

After the rain was gone
The wind among the trees rained on;
I listening to that scattered tread
Heard what the old flint-breaker said
(Two years or three before):
" Some flints have water at the core."

Did I walk that sea-bank
Where flints with fluid mouths once drank
The drop they hold apart
In rusty hollow of their heart,
And lingers too in me
One drop of that old Nummulitic Sea?