" And what rough beast, his hour come round at last,Shuffles toward Bethlehem to be born" WB Yeats/Sailing to Byzantium
" With rue my heart is laden, for many a friend I had.
For many a rose-lipped maiden, and many a light-foot lad
By brooks too broad for leaping, the lightfoot lads are laid
The rose-lipped maidens sleeping in fields where roses fade" AE Housman