Wystan Hugh Auden (Уистен Хью Оден)

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This lunar beauty
Has no history
Is complete and early,
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It had a lover
And is another.

This like a dream
Keeps other time
And daytime is
The loss of this,
For time is inches
And the heart's changes
Where ghost has haunted
Lost and wanted.

But this was never
A ghost's endeavor
Nor finished this,
Was ghost at ease,
And till it pass
Love shall not near
The sweetness here
Nor sorrow take
His endless look.

1. It's No Use Raising a Shout
2. Horae Canonicae: Prime
3. The Quest
4. Death's Echo
5. Thanksgiving for a Habitat

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