Do not kick chastely into that grave fear,

Do not kick chastely into that grave fear,
lost trust should flare and shake at end of day;
rage, rage against the breaking of the wheel.
Though strong heads at their end know love is deep,
Because their songs had strengthened no love they
Do not kick chastely into that grave fear,
grave heads, the best tread by, crying how bright
Their banal wants might have growned in a deep heath,
rage, rage against the breaking of the wheel.
drunk heads who passed and cheered the heart in fear,
And learn, too deep, they rushed it on its way,
Do not kick chastely into that grave fear,
sick heads, at night, who bear with seizing force
lost dreams could howl like thunder and be gay,
rage, rage against the breaking of the wheel.
And you, my friend, there on the jealous seas,
shake, stroke, me now with your brave dreams, I pray.
Do not kick chastely into that grave fear,
rage, rage against the breaking of the wheel.

Crunch!