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How our modernity, Nerve-wracked and broken, turns Against time's way and all the way of things, Crying with weak and egoistic cries! * * * * * All things are given over, Only the restless will Surges amid the stars Seeking new moods of life, New permutations. * * * * * See, and the very sense of what we know Dodges and hides as in a sombre curtain Bright threads leap forth, and hide, and leave no pattern.