Free Mining Association [INCGB]

<font size="12" color="#bfffffff"> </font><font size="18" color="#bfffffff"> THE SECOND COMING<br><br></font><font size="12" color="#bfffffff"> Turning and turning in the widening gyre<br> The falcon cannot hear the falconer;<br> Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<br> Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<br> The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<br> The ceremony of innocence is drowned;<br> The best lack all conviction, while the worst<br> Are full of passionate intensity.<br><br> Surely some revelation is at hand;<br> Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<br> The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<br> When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi<br> Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;<br> A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<br> A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<br> Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<br> Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.<br><br> The darkness drops again but now I know<br> That twenty centuries of stony sleep<br> Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<br> And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<br> Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<br><br><br> William Butler Yeats</font>