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