The Nacreous Oughts

14 April 2008

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

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

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

--W H Auden

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