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As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, / Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him / Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present, / Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.