With granite ribs and black basaltic brows
And flanks of dark and metal-bearing slate
All veined and patined o'er with snowy quartz,
Cornubia rises storm-swept from the sea,
A land of legend and strange mystery,
Of tragic frown and sun-kissed ecstasy,
He who would know the depths of that old heart
For aeons cradled on the changeless rock,
For aeons guarded by the encircling sea
Must seek the silence of the purple moors,
Must know the fury of the mighty surf,
Must mark the splendors of her sea-born clouds
A.G. Folliott-Stokes 1912