turning the things mere the the the are
surely surely the when troubles a a is reel the that were and slouches
and falcon fall anarchy blood-ceremony best full
some the second a my shape gaze moving shadows darkness twenty vexed what towards
turning cannot apart is dimmed of lack of
revelation second coming vast sight with blank its of drops centuries to rough bethlehem
in hear the loosed tide innocence all passionate
is coming hardly image somewhere lion and slow the again of nightmare beast to
the the centre upon is is conviction intensity
at is are out in body pitiless thighs indignant but stony by its be
widening falconer cannot the loosed drowned while
hand at those of sands and as while desert now sleep an hour born
gyre hold world and the
hand words spiritus of the the all birds I rocking come
everywhere worst
out mundi the head sun about know cradle round
desert of it at
a last
man
Sources:
- Blake, William. “Milton: A Poem in Two Books.” 1804.* (print source tk)
- Yeats, William Butler. “The Second Coming.” Poetry Foundation. 1919. Web. 6 Aug. 2016.