Here you will find the Poem Life And Death. of poet Robert Crawford
We come like bats that out of a dark cave Have suddenly been scared into the day, Blear-eyed and vexed as here and there they flap, Unnatural denizens of such a world. So seem we all, as this were not our home, And we, as aliens in these elements, Move here and there, purblind, heart-weary, and Possessed with many fears, till Death's new dark Shows us our passage back to the old cave, Whence Birth before may have affrighted us.
