Stauncher than stern Everest
Be the muscles of his breast;
Not the Atlantic sweeps a flood
Potent as the ploughman's blood.
He, his horse, his ploughshare, these
Are the only verities.
Dawn to dusk with God he stands,
The Earth poised on his broad hands.
CREED
I shall insistently and proudly read
Into the mud of things a mudless creed,
Out of mud fashioning a palace so
Clamant with beauty and superb with snow,
That in this glory shall men's eyes be blurred,
Stars be made slaves to this most potent Word.
I in thick mud shall hear swift stars proclaim
The intolerable splendour of the Name.
I in a beetle's nerves shall search and find
The processes of the chaos-cleaving mind,
On my clock's second-fingers I shall see
The tidal journeyings of Eternity.
THE STARRY LADY
Now with anger,
Pomp and royal clangour,
Now where his Lady is
Starry with her crown;
Now the hills waking from the day's languor,
Now with many instruments in puissant harmonies,
The sun goes down.