Seventy-two years ago, General Dwight Eisenhower was inaugurated as President of the United States in what would prove to be the first of two terms. Robert Lowell, who had gone to prison rather than serve in the military during World War II, wrote a poem commemorating that occasion. The following article has a link to the poem, but the poem is not as accessible via a browser search as one would hope.
Here are te final five lines:
Ice, ice. Our wheels no longer move.
Look, the fixed stars, all just alike
as lack-land atoms, split apart,
and the Republic summons Ike,
the mausoleum in her heart.
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2017/mar/01/robert-lowell-at-100-poetry-centenary
https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/poetry-for-presidents
https://muse.jhu.edu/pub/50/article/377466