Wystan Hugh Auden

That Night When Joy Began

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, Grown 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.

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