sage to the unwieldy lovers private in their maddness oh love lost, oh stars crossed and christians you are born to a generation ungenerous ramparts to what was tired lead lobbed at enemies long forgotten fear not the baby's cry he is your sacred siren he will lead you home to god where contemporaries march in carefree conceit these are bees to leaden for flight to heavy with pollen to find a way back deafened by their wings' own clamor dance round your queen and bear christ and cross fruit again our nation; 'o hope, 'o love, 'o lovers