Wystan Hugh Auden
Poems of Wystan Hugh Auden
|61.||The Unknown Citizen||1/1/2004|
|62.||They Wondered Why the Fruit had Been Forbidden||1/1/2004|
|63.||This Lunar Beauty||1/1/2004|
|64.||Three Short Poems||1/1/2004|
|66.||Under Which Lyre||1/1/2004|
|69.||Voltaire At Ferney||1/1/2004|
|70.||We Too Had Known Golden Hours||1/1/2004|
In the Time of War, XII
And the age ended, and the last deliverer died.
In bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:
The sudden shadow of the giant's enormous calf
Would fall no more at dusk across the lawn outside.
They slept in peace: in marshes here and there no doubt
A sterile dragon lingered to a natural death,
But in a year the spoor had vanished from the heath;
The kobold's knocking in the mountain petered out.