Classic Poem

Tall tiger rocks striped with the strata stand
Against the devouring glories of the sun,
Dry wells like dragons drink the sands that run,
Red and dark grey and purple and silver sand:
And all the multi-coloured waste is fanned
With fans of dissolution and eclipse
The hollow swells with horror and the hill slips
The changing rocks of this enchanted land.

So moves the Desert; and the whole world's pride
Is dust, yet knew itself for more than mire,
When driven with the blast of all the world's desire
Dry-throated thirst deep as the desert cried
When God ungirt of column of cloud and fire
Came out of Egypt to be crucified.