Wystan Hugh Auden

Wystan Hugh Auden

Underneath an Abject Willow – Wystan Hugh Auden

Underneath an abject willow, Lover, sulk no more: Act from thought should quickly follow. What is thinking for? Your unique and moping station Proves you cold; Stand up and fold Your map of desolation. Bells that toll across the meadows From the sombre spire Toll for these unloving shadows Love...