Such as the cave men, you forefathers, heard
Crouching in forests of primeval night.
Here tier on tier in steel-barred cages pent,
The breasts ye breed and hunt throughout the world.
Hark to that snore, some beast that slumbers deep,
Hark to that roar, some beast that dreams of blood,
Hark to that moan, some beast that wakes and weeps,
And there in sudden stillness mark the sound
Some beast that rasps his vermin hide.
Oh, come, ye lords and ladies of the realm,