The Subway

Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell

Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red

Reverberance of hail upon the dead

Thunder like an exploding crucible!

Harshly articulate, musical steel shell

Of angry worship, hurled religiously

Upon your business of humility

Into the iron forestries of hell:

Till broken in the shift of quieter

Dense altitudes tangential of your steel,

I am become geometries, and glut

Expansions like a blind astronomer

Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and reel

In the cold revery of an idiot.