We told of him as one who should have soared <br />And seen for us the devastating light <br />Whereof there is not either day or night, <br />And shared with us the glamour of the Word <br />That fell once upon Amos to record <br />For men at ease in Zion, when the sight <br />Of ills obscured aggrieved him and the might <br />Of Hamath was a warning of the Lord. <br /> <br />Assured somehow that he would make us wise, <br />Our pleasure was to wait; and our surprise <br />Was hard when we confessed the dry return <br />Of his regret. For we were still to learn <br />That earth has not a school where we may go <br />For wisdom, or for more than we may know.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discovery-3/
