With the benefit of hindsight, the poet attempts to take a peep into the incoming millennium. In his dilemma,he, like Biblical Simeon, decides to keep his fingers crossed.
These intractable pangs of labour Are they the harbinger Of the oft-publicized doomsday Or the progenitor Of the now hackneyed El Dorado?
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