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 agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
From T. S. Eliot's "Ash Wednesday"
Read it all. Or, alternatively, listen to the man himself read it.
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