User:Ssstephen/Reading/The Second Coming

            turning                        
           cannot hear              
Things fall apart;                      
Mere anarchy                                
The blood-                       and everywhere   
                innocence 
                  conviction,    
            passion    intensity.

Surely                            
Surely                                 
                   Hardly are those words out   
       vast                            
         my sight: somewhere                          
                                                
                             the sun,   
Is moving                                       
     shadows of the                  birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That                                
Were vexed to night                            
And                   its hour            at last,   
                           to be born