Time, the dark whale, spouts blithely from his spiracleA jet of memory that makes glad the sun.

Time, the dark whale, spouts blithely from his spiracle
A jet of memory that makes glad the sun.

A whale is harpooned only when it spouts.

You came to climb,
And you endure --
So turn your face to the rock of Time,
Make one more foothold sure!

You came to climb,And you endure --So turn your face to the rock of Time,Make one more foothold sure!

Neither will I put myself forward as others may do,Neither, if you wish to flatter, will I flatter you;I will look at you grimly, and so you will know I am true.