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‘RETRO ME, SATHANA!’
Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curl'd,
Stooping against the wind, a charioteer
Is snatch'd from out his chariot by the hair,
So shall Time be; and as the void car, hurl'd
Abroad by reinless steeds, even so the world:
Yea even as chariot-dust upon the air,
It shall be sought and not found anywhere.
Get thee behind me, Satan. Oft unfurl'd,
Thy perilous wings can beat and break like lath
Much mightiness of men to win thee praise.
Leave these weak feet to tread in narrow ways.
Thou still, upon the broad vine-shelter'd path,
Mayst wait the turning of the phials of wrath
For certain years, for certain months and days.
D. G. Rossetti
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