As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, <br />Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him <br />Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging. <br />So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present, <br />Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-morrow-to-fresh-woods-and-pastures-new/
