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This side of the truth, / You may not see, my son, / King of your blue eyes / In the blinding country of youth,
That all is undone, / Under the unminding skies, / Of innocence and guilt / Before you move to make / One gesture of the heart or head,
Is gathered and spilt / Into the winding dark / Like the dust of the dead.
Good and bad, two ways / Of moving about your death
By the grinding sea, / King of your heart in the blind days, / Blow away like breath, / Go crying through you and me / And the souls of all men
Into the innocent / Dark, and the guilty dark, and good / Death, and bad death, and then / In the last element / Fly like the stars' blood,
Like the sun's tears, / Like the moon's seed, rubbish / And fire, the flying rant / Of the sky, king of your six years / And the wicked wish,
Down the beginning of plants / And animals and birds, / Water and light, the earth and sky, / Is cast before you move, / And all your deeds and words,
Each truth, each lie, / Die in unjudging love.