When I watch the living meet <br />And the moving pageant file <br />Warm and breathing through the street <br />Where I lodge a little while, <br /> <br />If the heats of hate and lust <br />In the house of flesh are strong, <br />Let me mind the house of dust <br />Where my sojourn shall be long. <br /> <br />In the nation that is not <br />Nothing stands that stood before; <br />There revenges are forgot, <br />And the hater hates no more; <br /> <br />Lovers lying two and two <br />Ask not whom they sleep beside, <br />And the bridegroom all night through <br />Never turns him to the bride<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-watch-the-living-meet/
