Yet did we build of iron, bricks, and blood; We built a day, a year, a thousand years, Blood was the mortar,--blood and tears, And, ah, the Thing, the Thing of wings, The wingéd, folding Wing of Things Did furnish much mad mortar For that tower.
This quote metaphorically describes the construction of a future built on the sacrifices of those who came before, emphasizing the importance of their struggles.
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