No man really knows

It's spoken and is for us

And known with a blameless throught


An unchanged mind

An instinktive delicacy

Of pity for them


To look like a man

Who had been drowned

And filled with sorrow


To look like a prisoner

Who had been set free

Like two voices in a muffled cell


What fine sensibilities

Are touched in such a case

No echoes tell

No Nightmare comes out


It is so and it was so here


This strong and easy custom

Stimulating sense

Of desert or disgrace


Emergency for our race - for ourselves


To look like a man

Who had been drowned

And filled with sorrow


To look like a prisoner

Who had been set free

Like two voices in a muffled cell