Being but men, we walked into the trees <br />Afraid, letting our syllables be soft <br />For fear of waking the rooks, <br />For fear of coming <br />Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. <br /> <br />If we were children we might climb, <br />Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, <br />And, after the soft ascent, <br />Thrust out our heads above the branches <br />To wonder at the unfailing stars. <br /> <br />Out of confusion, as the way is, <br />And the wonder, that man knows, <br />Out of the chaos would come bliss. <br /> <br />That, then, is loveliness, we said, <br />Children in wonder watching the stars, <br />Is the aim and the end. <br /> <br />Being but men, we walked into the trees.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-but-men/
