THIS is the last oblivion of all That was so wild with fire, so hard with cold,
So desperate with purpose when the bold New earth arose from chaos with a caul Of blinding rain and steam upon the tall And arrogant young mountains, now grown old—
Between sea-lust and land-recoil it lies,
Half naked under seething southern sun;
Landward a tattered green sleeve, hardly won,
Seaward a wanton white flank's bold surprise.
The island nor to land nor sea replies,
It keeps a timeless secret told to n [...]