Here is a symbol in
Many high tragic
Watch their own eyes.
This gray rock, standing
On the headland, where the
Lets no tree grow,
Earthquake-proved, and
By ages of storms: on its peakA falcon has perched.
I think here is your
To hang in the future sky;
Not the cross, not the hive,
But this; bright power, dark peace;
Fierce consciousness joined with
Disinterestedness;
Life with calm death; the
Realist eyes and
Married to the
Mysticism of stone,
Which failure cannot cast
Nor success make proud.
