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.
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Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921. The Second Coming