Unreasoned reason of the savage instinct.
I’d shape one impulse through the contraries
Of vain ambitious men, selfish and callous,
And frail life-drifters, reticent, delicate—
Litheness thread bulk, a nation’s harmony:
These are not lame nor bent awry, but placeless
With the rust and stagnant. All that’s low I’ll charm,
Barbaric love sweeten to tenderness,
Cunning run into wisdom, craft turn to skill;
Their meanness, threaded right and sensibly,