Edwin Arlington Robinson - The World lyrics

Some are the brothers of all humankind,   And own them, whatsoever their estate; And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blind   With enmity for man's unguarded fate. For some there is a music all day long   Like flutes in Paradise, they are so glad; And there is hell's eternal under-song   Of curses and the cries of men gone mad. Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous,   Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled; And so 't is what we are that makes for us   The measure and the meaning of the world.