Here is a symbol in which

    Many high tragic thoughts

    Watch their own eyes.

    This gray rock， standing tall

    On the headland， where the seawind

    Lets no tree grow，

    Earthquake-proved， and signatured

    By ages of storms： on its peak

    A falcon has perched.

    I think， here is your emblem

    To hang in the future sky；

    Not the cross， not the hive，

    But this； bright power， dark peace；

    Fierce consciousness joined with final

    Disinterestedness；

    Life with calm death； the falcon's

    Realist eyes and act

    Married to the massive

    Mysticism of stone，

    Which failure cannot cast down

    Nor success make proud.