| Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
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| 25. The Line-gang |
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| HERE come the line-gang pioneering by. | |
| They throw a forest down less cut than broken. | |
| They plant dead trees for living, and the dead | |
| They string together with a living thread. | |
| They string an instrument against the sky | 5 |
| Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken | |
| Will run as hushed as when they were a thought. | |
| But in no hush they string it: they go past | |
| With shouts afar to pull the cable taut, | |
| To hold it hard until they make it fast, | 10 |
| To ease away—they have it. With a laugh, | |
| An oath of towns that set the wild at naught | |
| They bring the telephone and telegraph. | |
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