Robinson Jeffers - Science lyrics

Man, introverted man, having crossed In pa**age and but a little with the nature of things this latter century Has begot giants; but being taken up Like a maniac with self-love and inward conflicts cannot manage his hybrids. Being used to deal with edgeless dreams, Now he's bred knives on nature turns them also inward: they have thirsty points though. His mind forebodes his own destruction; Actaeon who saw the goddess naked among leaves and his hounds tore him. A little knowledge, a pebble from the shingle, A drop from the oceans: who would have dreamed this infinitely little too much?