AGES and ages back, Out of the long grass with infinite pain raising itself into the upright position, A creaturefore-runner of Manwith swift eyes glanced around. So to-day once more, With pain pain and sufferingdriven by what strange instinctwho can tell? Out of the great jungle of Custom and supposed Necessity, into a new and wonderful life, to new and wonderful knowledge, Surpassing words, surpassing all past experiencethe Man, the meaning of it all, Uprears himself again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IRELAND'S VENGEANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 36 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE NIGHT JOURNEY OF A RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |