Three men arrived , in their beards,
To new-born hunger cry in a stable.
Journey seemed long and pointless
From their palaces with sherbet girls.
A cold coming they had of it this far
Was it necessary to journey so long?
Their camels were so galled, sitting
On weary feet , refusing to carry on.
It was hard persuasion to continue,
When wracked by unending doubts.
The men are now here for discovery.
But their beards shook with doubts.
(reading T. S. Eliot’s poem Journey of the Magi)