They resurrected out of their somnolence
one rainy, shiny grey with flat-light morning,
coming straight into the eye like a wader's vision:
brown, seal-smooth, almost of Roman age,
and perfect, plotted out in squares - perhaps,
this it was made stone more precious than gold:
its finer condition and reserves of steel, its power
to make of a thousand hurried footsteps a day a thing
of scenic beauty! - To one, that is, who approached
when all was as yet empty and a new day hardly born,
in the grey light, under the fresh green of little leaves,
there! - like the perfect chocolate, and a hundred yards
of anticipation! - Who but man has named the jewel?
And I as man reverse all values, calling thee than pearl!