Rock And Hawk

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.