I. <br />A portal as of shadowy adamant <br />Stands yawning on the highway of the life <br />Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt; <br />Around it rages an unceasing strife <br />Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt <br />The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high <br />Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky. <br /> <br />II. <br />And many pass it by with careless tread, <br />Not knowing that a shadowy... <br />Tracks every traveller even to where the dead <br />Wait peacefully for their companion new; <br />But others, by more curious humour led, <br />Pause to examine;—these are very few, <br />And they learn little there, except to know <br />That shadows follow them where’er they go.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-allegory-3/
