text: "Turning and turning in the widening gyre \nThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;\nThings fall apart; the centre cannot hold;\nMere anarchy is loosed upon the world,\nThe blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere \nThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;\nThe best lack all conviction, while the worst \nAre full of passionate intensity.\n\nSurely some revelation is at hand;\nSurely the Second Coming is at hand. \nThe Second Coming! Hardly are those words out \nWhen a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi\nTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert \nA shape with lion body and the head of a man, \nA gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, \nIs moving its slow thighs, while all about it \nReel shadows of the indignant desert birds. \nThe darkness drops again; but now I know \nThat twenty centuries of stony sleep\nWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, \nAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last, \nSlouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"