UNITY

Space is ample, east and west,

But two cannot go abreast,

Cannot travel in it two:

Yonder masterful cuckoo

Crowds every egg out of the nest,

Quick or dead, except its own;

A spell is laid on sod and stone,

Night and Day were tampered with,

Every quality and pith

Surcharged and sultry with a power

That works its will on age and hour.