Figure C21 IRON

Flow back now, Time, and from the future long

Return us to our era: walls and floor

Of Iron now, corruptible and strong.

IRON, of this our Earth the fiery core;

IRON, gray as midnight, red with gore;

IRON that ploughs the field and tames the wild;

IRON, the soul of transport and of war;

IRON, for which we feed th’ indignant child

Spinaches and liver, foodstuffs most revil’d.