Small knowledge have we that by knowledge met <br />May not some day be quaint as any told <br />In almagest or chronicle of old, <br />Whereat we smile because we are as yet <br />The last—though not the last who may forget <br />What cleavings and abrasions manifold <br />Have marked an armor that was never scrolled <br />Before for human glory and regret. <br /> <br />With infinite unseen enemies in the way <br />We have encountered the intangible, <br />To vanquish where our fathers, who fought well, <br />Scarce had assumed endurance for a day; <br />Yet we shall have our darkness, even as they, <br />And there shall be another tale to tell.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modernities/
