Like eternal dust it sweeps Into mounds, and with a mighty lift Builds upon primal rocks, and reeks Of power as a new God's gifts, A new God whose unfettered strength Admits no rivalry, and sees no fears But stands before its vassals unafraid Omnipotent with years. When last the winds of hell shall swirl around And empires fall, and in the wood the trees Shall bend before, and all the nations weep Dust stands alone, dust sovereign over these Poor petty things which quake and fall with truth This mountain stands, this oldest thing is youth. |