On limestone quarried near the spot. By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death,
Horseman pass by !

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction while the worst
And full of passionate intensity...