This Whole Day Have I Followed In the Rocks

This whole day have I followed in the rocks,
And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,
First as a raven on whose ancient wings
Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed
A weasel moving on from stone to stone,
And now at last you wear a human shape,
A thin grey man half lost in gathering night.
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I see my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things--
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold--
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.
Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow
Lay hidden in the small slate-coloured thing!

--William Butler Yeats (from "Fergus and the Druid ")

Brahma Temple...Zoroaster Temple...Wotans Throne...
...Vishnu Temple... (top)
Cope Butte from Boucher Rapid (middle)
from Horseshoe Mesa (below)