Turning and turning in the widening gyreOf course, Yeats saw these events as signs of the world's impending end. And who knows? But I prefer to cling to hope.
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 convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity...
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