Granite And Cypress

White-maned, wide-throated, the heavy-shouldered children of the wind leap at the sea-cliff. The invisible falcon Brooded on water and bred them in wide waste places, in a bridechamber wide to the stars' eyes In the center of the ocean, Where no prows pass nor island is lifted ... the sea beyond Lobos is whitened with the falcon's Passage, he is here now, The sky is one cloud, his wing-feathers hiss in the white grass, my sapling cypresses writhing In the fury of his passage Dare not dream of their centuries of future endurance of tempest. (I have granite and cypress, Both long-lasting, Planted in the earth; but the granite sea-boulders are prey to no hawk's wing, they have taken worse pounding, Like me they remember Old wars and are quiet; for we think that the future is one piece with the past, we wonder why tree-tops And people are so shaken.)