Forever, and the keys were turned on fate.
No hour was left unchartered in that town,
And love was in a schedule and the State
Chose for eugenic reasons who should mate
With whom, and when. Each idle song and dance
Was fixed by law and nothing left to chance.
4
For some of the last Platonists had founded
That city of old. And mastery they made
An island of what ought to be, surrounded