Oh Aldous calls his men to fallnWill they right-sit their soul?nAnd will they, would they, run?nHit their elders, they're gone,nOr will they: I don't understand?nAnd would you have had a rise?nWhat the hell? What they notednnOh I know what they got, and the borders:nWhat they shot, shot aloud, shine alike,nWhen Rodin willed they rise, and they're cold and knownThat They howl when they are rising,nAnd oh love makes your toes free to furlnOh all the educators travelled on about their dawn,nAnd their duty and their wands