Upon a rugged promontry I stood,
And round the wheeling screaming seagulls flew.
The angry surf murmured and frothed below
The cliff wherefrom I gazed in pensive mood.
Far from the haunts of busy fellow-man,
Far from the world and all its cares removed,
Far from my home and faces well-beloved,
Alone with rocks, as far as eye could scan.
So insignificant seemed puny man
To me, amid that vast still solitude,
I wondered that so little ever could
Evolve such great ideas as humans can!
So small a thing, so useless, so forlorn,
It seemed quite pointless that man should be born!