I + 

That is no country for old men. The young + 

In one another’s arms, birds in the trees, + 

—Those dying generations⁠—at their song, + 

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, + 

Fish flesh or fowl, commend all summer long + 

Whatever is begotten born and dies. + 

Caught in that sensual music all neglect + 

Monuments of unaging intellect. + 