Where do the Quiet Hours breed
The timid most of Time?
Through holes in the cloud should our
Tracks of knowledge climb?
May they so digress,o'ertook
Of what wolf-like below
Had gained on them, in noise-packs.
Man-whelped; and man's woe.
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A beautiful poem on humanity and nature. A thought provoking write. Well penned.