Steadfast

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Steadfast

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!