Here Stands A Giant Stone From Whose Far Top Comes Down The Sounding Water: Let Me Gaze Till Every Sense Of Man And Human Ways Is Wrecked And Quenched For Ever, And I Drop Into The Whirl Of Time, And Without Stop Pass Downward Thus! Again My Eyes I Raise To Thee, Dark Rock; And Through The Mist And Haze My Strength Returns When I Behold Thy Prop Gleam Stern And Steady Through The Wavering Wrack. Surely Thy Strength Is Human, And Like Me Thou Bearest Loads Of Thunder On Thy Back! And, Lo, A Smile Upon Thy Visage Black-- A Breezy Tuft Of Grass Which I Can See Waving Serenely From A Sunlit Crack!