Here is a symbol in which

Many high tragic thoughts

Watch their own eyes.



This gray rock, standing tall

On the headland, where the seawind

Lets no tree grow,



Earthquake-proved, and signatured

By ages of storms: on its peak

A falcon has perched.



I think, here is your emblem

To hang in the future sky;

Not the cross, not the hive,



But this; bright power, dark peace;

Fierce consciousness joined with final

Disinterestedness;



Life with calm death; the falcon's 

Realist eyes and act

Married to the massive



Mysticism of stone,

Which failure cannot cast down

Nor success make proud.