A dystopian incense of agarwood, costus, mentholated tobacco, steam-heated radiators, and old machinery.
We plan, even now, to raise, beyond them all,
Thy great Cathedral, sacred Industry—no tomb,
A Keep for life for practical Invention.
As in a waking vision,
E’en while I chant, I see it rise—I scan and prophesy outside and in,
Its manifold ensemble.
- Walt Whitman
Art: Incense of a New Church by Charles Demuth 1921