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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!