A century’s gone since the poet walked
In darkened dread along this pebbled shore
As waves of faith in fruitless effort stalked
And spent themselves against the steadfast rock
Of Universal Nature’s Law that bore
No hope for ancient superstitious lore.
Against the slowly spreading coast we share,
Millennial waves of myth enfeebled grind,
Helpless to displace our beachhead there,
Claimed now by science, searched with patient care
And guarded close as legions seek to find
The gems retreating waves have left behind.