Classic Poem

Unhappy heedless sheep! 'tis all in vain!
These walls of rock thou never canst ascend;
Thou canst not leap the cliff nor climb again
That slippery path by which thou late didst wend.

The winds of night will beat upon thy head,
No shelter hast thou from the raging storm:
Ravens will on thy mouldering corse be fed,
And crowd to tear thy hunger-wasted form.