A. E. Housman: When I watch the living meet,

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.