Tho' factory smoke and film of whirring loom Becloud the scene and Man's far vision foil, Time will obliterate, and deep entomb These pristine methods of primeval toil. His latter day shall yield him richer spoil, Bought with a lesser strain of eye and nerve, And Nature's harness'd powers his will subserve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |