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.