'THE foxes have holes, <br />And the birds of the air have nests, <br />But where shall the heads of the sons of men <br />Be laid, be laid?' <br />'Where the cold corpse rests, <br />Where the sightless moles <br />Burrow and yet cannot make it afraid, <br />Rout but cannot wake it again, <br />There shall the heads of the sons of men <br />Be laid, be laid!'<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/move-on-37/
