Thomas Hardy - Aberdeen: 1905 lyrics

I looked and thought, "All is too gray and cold To wake my place-enthusiasms of old!" Till a voice pa**ed: "Behind that granite mien Lurks the imposing beauty of a Queen." I looked anew; and saw the radiant form Of Her who soothes in stress, who steers in storm, On the grave influence of whose eyes sublime Men count for the stability of the time.