lay your sleeping head, my love: auden

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreadful cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but not from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless.
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

*i was thinking about this particular poem as spring rain, cold and teary keeps coming down in the gentle yet still barren field of high peak. my eyes are red and my mind is worn. and i know spring is just around the corner. i know. the lower the sky is now, in fog and mist, it will get higher and higher, endless blue magic. with the new baa lambs, in pairs, barely able to walk really, hopping around in that awkward beautiful manner of all things young, pure and hopeful. no spring is ever the same. similar yet always new. with a hidden wishes and perhaps even more unspoken things- myriads of things, perhaps not even well-known to myself yet, i will let the souls and bodies have no boundaries. let no tears of today outweigh the feathers of wings of tomorrow. even in sadness. just slight one.

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