This youth too long has heard the break br Of waters in a land of change. br He goes to see what suns can make br From soil more indurate and strange. br br He cuts what holds his days together br And shuts him in, as lock on lock: br The arrowed vane announcing weather, br The tripping racket of a clock; br br Seeking, I think, a light that waits br Still as a lamp upon a shelf, -- br A land with hills like rocky gates br Where no sea leaps upon itself. br br But he will find that nothing dares br To be enduring, save where, south br Of hidden deserts, torn fire glares br On beauty with a rusted mouth, -- br br Where something dreadful and another br Look quietly upon each other.