Captains of industry, your aimless power <br />Awakens harsh velleities of time: <br />Let you, brother, captaining your hour <br />Be zealous that your numbers are all prime, <br />Lest false division with sly mathematic <br />Plunder the inner mansion of the blood, <br />The Thracian, swollen with pride, besiege the Attic- <br />Invader foraging the sacred wood: <br />Yet the prime secret whose simplicity <br />Your towering engine hammers to reduce, <br />Though driven, holds that bulwark of the sea <br />Which breached will turn unspeaking fury loose <br />To drown out him who swears to rectify <br />Infinity, that has nor ear nor eye.<br /><br />Allen Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-of-the-blood-ix/
