[_OCTOBER]

.
.
.


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

-----

The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats

.
.
.