<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legion Of Iron</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pass through the great iron gates - <br>Men with eyes gravely discerning,<br>Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranes<br>Or split an inch into thousandths - <br>Men tempered by fire as the ore is<br>And planned to resistance<br>Like steel that has cooled in the trough;<br>Silent of purpose, inflexible, set to fulfilment - <br>To conquer, withstand, overthrow…<br>Men mannered to large undertakings,<br>Knowing force as a brother<br>And power as something to play with,<br>Seeing blood as a slip of the iron,<br>To be wiped from the tools<br>Lest they rust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what if they stood aside,<br>Who hold the earth so careless in the crook of their arms?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of the flamboyant cities<br>And the lights guttering out like candles in a wind…<br>And the armies halted…<br>And the train mid-way on the mountain<br>And idle men chaffing across the trenches…<br>And the cursing and lamentation<br>And the clamor for grain shut in the mills of the world?<br>What if they stayed apart,<br>Inscrutably smiling,<br>Leaving the ground encumbered with dead wire<br>And the sea to row-boats<br>And the lands marooned - <br>Till Time should like a paralytic sit,<br>A mildewed hulk above the nations squatting?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448123" data-title="The Legion Of Iron de Lola Ridge" data-description="They pass through the great iron gates - Men with eyes gravely discerning, Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranes Or split an inch into thousandths - Men tempered by fire as the ore is And planned to resistance Like steel that has cooled in t..."></div> </div> </div>

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