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W H Auden - Let A Florid Music Praise
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Let a florid music praise,
     The flute and the trumpet,
Beauty`s conquest of your face:
In that land of flesh and bone,
Where from citadels on high
Her imperial standards fly,
       Let the hot sun
       Shine on, shine on.

O but the unloved have had power,
     The weeping and striking,
Always: time will bring their hour;
Their secretive children walk
Through your vigilance of breath
To unpardonable Death,
       And my vows break
       Before his look.
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