WHEN all works that have <br />From cradle run to grave <br />From grave to cradle run instead; <br />When thoughts that a fool <br />Has wound upon a spool <br />Are but loose thread, are but loose thread; <br />When cradle and spool are past <br />And I mere shade at last <br />Coagulate of stuff <br />Transparent like the wind, <br />I think that I may find <br />A faithful love, a faithful love.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fool-by-the-roadside/
