Tor House

If you should look for this place after a handful        of lifetimes:

Perhaps of my planted forest a

May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast        cypress,

With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils.

Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers        had the

To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.

But if you should look in your idleness after ten        thousand years:

It is the granite knoll on the

And lava tongue in the midst of the bay, by the mouth        of the

River-valley, these four will

In the change of names.

You will know it by the wild        sea-fragrance of

Though the ocean may have climbed or retired a little;

You will know it by the valley inland that our sun        and our moon were born

Before the poles changed; and Orion in

Evenings was strung in the throat of the valley like        a lamp-lighted bridge.

Come in the morning you will see white

Weaving a dance over blue water, the wane of the

Their dance-companion, a ghost

By daylight, but wider and whiter than any bird in        the world.

My ghost you needn't look for; it is

Here, but a dark one, deep in the granite, not        dancing on

With the mad wings and the day moon.