No More Learning

Methinks 'tis no levy but the plough share of the           Cadmus that has raised up thus suddenly a host sprung from the sowing of the dragon's teeth ; 'tis like the crop that in the fields
of Thebes drew the sword of kin in threatened battle with its own sower when, the seed once sown, the earth-born giants clave the earth, their mother's
womb, with their springing helms and a harvest of vol.