再把她的手儿紧握 我们一起沿着阳光班驳的草丛漫步 去摘采哪怕地老天荒， 只有她和我 月亮的银苹果 太阳的金苹果 2.The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart;the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction,while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming!Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight:somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs,while all about it Reel shadows of indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again;but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,再把她的手儿紧握 我们一起沿着阳光班驳的草丛漫步 去摘采 哪怕地老天荒, 只有她和我 月亮的银苹果 太阳的金苹果 2. The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle