When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and breathing through the street
Where I lodge a little while,
If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh be strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
There the hater hates no more.
Lovers lying two by two
Care not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
-A.E. Houseman-
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