HOUSEMATES

This little flickering planet

Is such a lonely spark

Among the million mighty fires

That blaze in the outer dark,

The homeless waste about us

Leaves such a narrow span

To this dim lodging for a night,

This bivouac of man,

That all the heavens wonder

In all their alien stars

To see us wreck our fellowship

In mad fraternal wars.

A Lonely Flute · 第 22 / 53 题