Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow. Softly round your dreaming head. Such a day of welcome show. Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed. By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass. Watched by every human love.
W. H. AudenAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: February 21, 1907
- Died: September 29, 1973