CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES

Louis Untermeyer

Solo 1: God, we don’t like to complain—

We know that the mine is no lark—

But---(All) there’s the pools from the rain:

But---(All) there’s the cold and the dark.

Solo 1: God you don’t know what it is—

You, in your well-lighted sky,

All: Watching the meteors whizz;

Warm, with the sun always by.

Solo 1: God, if You had but the moon

Stuck in Your cap for a lamp,

Even You’d tire of it soon,

All: Down in the dark and the damp.

All: Nothing but blackness above,

And nothing that moves but the cars—

Solo 1: God, if You wish for our love,

All: Fling us a handful of stars!