The engineer
Who lays the last stone of his sea-built tower,
And, smiling at it, bids the winds and waves
To roar and whistle now—but in a night
Beholds the tempest sporting in its place,
May look agash as I did.
Also in the exclamation,—
Fathers, make straws your children: nature's nothing,
Blood nothing: once in other veins it flows,
It no more yawneth for the parent flood