The Line-gang by Elliott Carter Lyrics

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
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
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