The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of out lost kingdom
... In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And Avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of this tumid river
... Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The only hope
Of empty men...
? - Yeats?