He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
W. H. AudenAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: February 21, 1907
- Died: September 29, 1973
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