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W H Auden - Five Songs - II
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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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