If you should look for this place after a handful
Perhaps of my planted forest a few
May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast
With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils.
Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers
had the art
To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.
But if you should look in your idleness after ten
It is the granite knoll on the granite