| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| VII. The Three Taverns |
| 18. Discovery |
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| WE told of him as one who should have soared | |
| And seen for us the devastating light | |
| Whereof there is not either day or night, | |
| And shared with us the glamour of the Word | |
| That fell once upon Amos to record | 5 |
| For men at ease in Zion, when the sight | |
| Of ills obscured aggrieved him and the might | |
| Of Hamath was a warning of the Lord. | |
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| Assured somehow that he would make us wise, | |
| Our pleasure was to wait; and our surprise | 10 |
| Was hard when we confessed the dry return | |
| Of his regret. For we were still to learn | |
| That earth has not a school where we may go | |
| For wisdom, or for more than we may know. | |
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