‘What it always was’
The Dry Salvages
Cape Ann
‘‘… the ragged rock in the restless waters,
Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it;
On a halcyon day it is merely a monument,
In navigable weather it is always a seamark
To lay a course by: but in the sombre season
Or the sudden fury, is what it always was.’’
From “The Dry Salvages” (some rocks off Cape Ann), by T.S. Eliot (1888-1965).