Avoid the reeking herd, <br />Shun the polluted flock, <br />Live like that stoic bird, <br />The eagle of the rock. <br /> <br />The huddled warmth of crowds <br />Begets and fosters hate; <br />He keeps above the clouds <br />His cliff inviolate. <br /> <br />When flocks are folded warm, <br />And herds to shelter run, <br />He sails above the storm, <br />He stares into the sun. <br /> <br />If in the eagle's track <br />Your sinews cannot leap, <br />Avoid the lathered pack, <br />Turn from the steaming sheep. <br /> <br />If you would keep your soul <br />From spotted sight or sound, <br />Live like the velvet mole: <br />Go burrow underground. <br /> <br />And there hold intercourse <br />With roots of trees and stones, <br />With rivers at their source, <br />And disembodied bones.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-and-the-mole/
