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 You were to trust your daemon and to wait,

And wait, and still to wait. You had it—once.

You had it then—though you had not yet heard it,

Coming as it would have to come some time,

Blown down by choral horns out of a star

To quench those drums of death with singing fire

Unfelt by man before. You knew it then.

You felt it singing down out of the sky

When you were only a small boy at school;

And you knew then that it was all for you,

For you and for the world, that it was coming.

Where is it now? It may be coming yet,

For someone else, but you do not know that;

And that was not what you were meant to know.

O, you poor toad, why could you not have waited?

Why did you have to kill yourself like this?

Why did you let the devil’s retinue