Thursday, October 30, 2008

Poetry Thursday V

That night when joy began--W.H. Auden

That night when joy began
Our narrowest veins to flush,
We wait for the flash 
Of morning's level gun. 

But morning let us pass,
And day by day relief
Outgrows his nervous laugh,
Grown credulous of peace,

As mile by mile is seen
No trespasser's reproach,
And love's best classes reach
No fields are best his own. 

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