Figure C10 GLOBE

By a crude door westward, to a pier

Of rough-hewn coral blocks amid a sea

Calm and shallow, marvellously clear.

Earth in its dotage lacks the energy

To rear up mountains, so the water, free

To grind and weather has worn down the world

To one vast shallows, where, so languidly,

The heirs of humans bask, their gills unfurl’d,

No longer by the tides of earthly passions whirl’d.