FIRST VOICE <br /> <br />So long adrift, so fast aground, <br />What foam and ruin have we found— <br />We, the Wise Brothers? <br />Could heaven and earth be framed amiss, <br />That we should land in fine like this— <br />We, and no others? <br /> <br /> <br />SECOND VOICE <br /> <br />Convoyed by what accursèd thing <br />Made we this evil reckoning— <br />We, the Wise Brothers? <br />And if the failure be complete, <br />Why look we forward from defeat— <br />We, and what others? <br /> <br /> <br />THIRD VOICE <br /> <br />Blown far from harbors once in sight, <br />May we not, going far, go right,— <br />We, the Wise Brothers? <br />Companioned by the whirling spheres, <br />Have we no more than what appears— <br />We, and all others?<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wise-brothers/
