ROCK-HEWN cavern with a hundred mouths,

Pillars of stubborn rock, long aisles between,

Stillness and winnowed beauty from Time's threshing floor,

Down those long vistas what new things are seen ?

So sleep the strong and keep their guarded peace,

Whilst gracious dreams from aisles of future Time

Lean past the bars of Being, whisper their secret word,

Yearn to be made rock.... In lapidate Sublime.