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Must it forever be like this?
   Oh Fate! Oh Fate remediless!
                       Look!

Out of the east with a stream of blood,
   With music no man has understood,
With splendour, with power, with terrible joy.
   With strength to create and strength to destroy;
Kissing all life with a careless kiss,
   Creating pain, creating bliss;
The dead, the dead only, free from him,
   Red with blood from rim to rim,
Over the conquered throat of the world
   The chariot of the sun is hurled!

And so — it is not the place;
   And once more I bow my face.
They have not buried him in vain!
   Saturn will never come again!
They rule — they rule from sky to sky.
   Hopeless — hopeless, was that cry!
               And yet —
Though the oracles have lied to us.
   And the gulfs of space have cried to us,
And every chance has died to us,
   Oh Saturn, Oh Lucifer, Oh Christ —
               Oh Love —