There was a saviour <br />Rarer than radium, <br />Commoner than water, crueller than truth; <br />Children kept from the sun <br />Assembled at his tongue <br />To hear the golden note turn in a groove, <br />Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes <br />In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles. <br /> <br />The voice of children says <br />From a lost wilderness <br />There was calm to be done in his safe unrest, <br />When hindering man hurt <br />Man, animal, or bird <br />We hid our fears in that murdering breath, <br />Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud, <br />In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout. <br /> <br />There was glory to hear <br />In the churches of his tears, <br />Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck, <br />O you who could not cry <br />On to the ground when a man died <br />Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood <br />And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell: <br />Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself. <br /> <br />Two proud, blacked brothers cry, <br />Winter-locked side by side, <br />To this inhospitable hollow year, <br />O we who could not stir <br />One lean sigh when we heard <br />Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour <br />But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall <br />Now break a giant tear for the little known fall, <br /> <br />For the drooping of homes <br />That did not nurse our bones, <br />Brave deaths of only ones but never found, <br />Now see, alone in us, <br />Our own true strangers' dust <br />Ride through the doors of our unentered house. <br />Exiled in us we arouse the soft, <br />Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-a-saviour/
