The Second Coming

Album cover art for "The Second Coming" by Cyril Cusack

Cyril Cusack - Pop

The Second Coming

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre 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 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 sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds 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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  • William Butler Yeats