Being but men
By Dylan Thomas [England]
Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.If we were children we might climb,Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,And, after the soft ascent,Thrust out our heads above the branchesTo wonder at the unfailing stars.Out of confusion, as the way is,And the wonder, that man knows,Out of the chaos would come bliss.That, then, is loveliness, we said,Children in wonder watching the stars,Being but men, we walked into the trees.