FIRST VOICE

So long adrift, so fast aground,
What foam and ruin have we found-
We, the Wise Brothers?
Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,
That we should land in fine like this-
We, and no others?

SECOND VOICE

Convoyed by what accursèd thing
Made we this evil reckoning-
We, the Wise Brothers?
And if the failure be complete,
Why look we forward from defeat-
We, and what others?

THIRD VOICE

Blown far from harbors once in sight,
May we not, going far, go right,-
We, the Wise Brothers?
Companioned by the whirling spheres,
Have we no more than what appears-
We, and all others?