And what really were happening in fact

At the point when in endless lines to time thou grow'st

In what heater was thy cerebrum

In what heater was thy cerebrum

At the point when in endless lines to time thou grow'st

Two roads diverged in a wood and I

A feeling that has unexpectedly

Let me enjoy the bliss of that

Nor shall dying brag thou wanderst in his colour

I see I observe human nature society civilization earth's form

On what wings might he venture strive for

On what wings might he venture strive for

With whizzing shuddering cracking tearing echoing

And now why she is quite dumb to say

And all her clean flanks with festoons drest

Which yet survive stamped on these inert things

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide

What the blacksmith's iron what fear get a handle on

Consumed the fire of thine eyes