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things fall apart the centre cannot hold

mere anarchy is loosed upon this world

the blood-dimmed tide is loosed - and everywhere

the ceremony of innocence drowned

the best lack all conviction, while the worst

are full of passionate intensity

a woundress lesson in thy silent face

makes a god of me

oh bright elixir peerless I had drunk

and so become - immortal

real 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 it's hour comes round at last

slouches towards Bethlehem to be born

a woundress lesson in thy silent face

makes a god of me

oh bright elixier peerless I had drunk

majestic, sovran voices

agonies names and deeds

creations and destroyings all at once pour into my brain

and deify - me