That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to — William Butler Yeats

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?

Michael Robartes and the Dancer. The Second Coming, st. 2

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