Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

Because I do not hope to know The infirm glory of the positive hour Because I do not think Because I know I shall not know The one veritable transitory power B…

Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow