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.