A Note To The Rough Beast Slouching Toward Bethlehem From Its Mother
What’s this I hear about you slouching?
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?
— -William Butler Yeats, The Second…