Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled, <br />Stooping against the wind, a charioteer <br />Is snatched from out his chariot by the hair, <br />So shall Time be; and as the void car, hurled <br />Abroad by reinless steeds, even so the world: <br />Yea, even as chariot-dust upon the air, <br />It shall be sought and not found anywhere. <br />Get thee behind me, Satan. Oft unfurled, <br />Thy perilous wings can beat and break like lath <br />Much mightiness of men to win thee praise. <br />Leave these weak feet to tread in narrow ways. <br />Thou still, upon the broad vine-sheltered path, <br />Mayst wait the turning of the phials of wrath <br />For certain years, for certain months and days.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xc-retro-me-sathana/
