Beyond the steady rock the steady sea, br In movement more immovable than station, br Gathers and washes and is gone. It comes, br A slow obscure metonymy of motion, br Crumbling the inner barriers of the brain. br But the crossed rock braces the hills and makes br A steady quiet of the steady music, br Massive with peace. br And listen, now: br The foam receding down the sand silvers br Between the grains, thin, pure as virgin words, br Lending a sheen to Nothing, whispering.