Wystan Hugh Auden

Eyes Look Into The Well

Eyes look into the well, Tears run down from the eye; The tower cracked and fell From the quiet winter sky. Under a midnight stone Love was buried by thieves; The robbed heart begs for a bone, The damned rustle like leaves. Face down in the flooded brook With nothing more to say. Lies One the soldiers took, And spoiled and threw away.

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