Upon this Age by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

Upon this age, that never speaks its mind, / This furtive age, this age endowed with power

To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar

Into the rowlocks of the wind, and find

What swims before his prow, what swirls behind-

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour, / Rains from the sky a meteoric shower

Of facts... they lie unquestioned, uncombined.

Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill

Is daily spun; but there exists no loo m

To weave it into fabric; undefiled

Proceeds pure Science, and has her say; but still

Upon this world from the collective womb

Is spewed all day the red triumphant child.