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"And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
Time past and time future/ What might have been and what has been/ Point to one end, which is always present.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind/ Cannot bear very much reality.