[Verse 1]
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity
[Verse 2]
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely the Second Coming is at hand
Thе Second Coming, hardly are those words out
Whеn a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight, somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
Moving its slow thighs
While all about it reel shadows
Of the indignant desert birds
[Verse 3]
The darkness drops again, but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come 'round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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