And the blue eyebright misted all the wood.
Yet to obey that springtime and my blood,
This was to be unarmed and off my guard
And gave God time to hit once and hit hard.
14
“The men build right who made that City of ours,
They knew their world. A man must crouch to face
Infinite malice, watching at all hours,
Shut nature out—give her no moment’s space
For entry. The first needs of all our race