To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, <br />The Earth is racked and fain-- <br />Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed; <br />And we, who from the Earth were made, <br />Thrill with our Mother's pain.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-dawn/
