<div class="legacy-text"><div class="legacy-text">"A sudden blow: the great wings beating still.<br />Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed,<br />By the dark webs, her nape caught on his bill.<br />He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.<br /><br />How can those terrified vague fingers push,<br />The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?<br />And how can body, laid in that white rush,<br />But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?"<br /><br />-W. B. Yeats</div></div>