A SONG IN G-SHARP MINOR

In my beginning is my end... (East Coker)
Teach us to care and not to care (Ash Wednesday)

Give me the only answer
that hope and sense may know;
fetter the future dancer
and singer and entrancer:
give me the only answer,
and let the garlands go.

Is care the end of caring,
desire the end of grief,
gay garment of my wearing?
Bartholomew, my fairing
is care, the end of caring,
the dry but golden leaf.

The lost are sure of winning
a Garden and a Gate;
the penny spins, and spinning
turns end into beginning;
the lost are sure of winning:
and if they win too late?