Published: 12 Mar 2020 › Updated: 12 Mar 2020
Poetry 0157
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
#WilliamButlerYeats
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