A. E. Housman — When I watch the living meet

                  XII          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 are 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,          And the hater hates no more;          Lovers lying two and two          Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through          Never turns him to the bride.