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

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