We come like bats that out of a dark cave <br />Have suddenly been scared into the day, <br />Blear-eyed and vexed as here and there they flap, <br />Unnatural denizens of such a world. <br />So seem we all, as this were not our home, <br />And we, as aliens in these elements, <br />Move here and there, purblind, heart-weary, and <br />Possessed with many fears, till Death's new dark <br />Shows us our passage back to the old cave, <br />Whence Birth before may have affrighted us.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-death-61/
