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