a deepening pitch call of the day drift in to dredge out rock and darkness and damp blindness of old eyes forgotten the sun call of the way the new will not be broken crashes itself to pieces, fled from the surging presence of dissent new voices speak in the rushing of water the flooding of earth the drowning of men the land is exiguous staring back upon dim eyes the man takes it in it will inculcate him no further "from this the growth the earth communicates through the feet of men the rich despairing soil heralds bright champions these sprout, synthesizing their surroundings becoming to destroy they will become"