A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
[...]
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
[...]
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
The three spirits:
The three spirits:
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