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But is there any comfort to be found?
Man is in love and loves what vanishes,
What more is there to say?
The Tower (1928)
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
The Tower (1928)
Does the imagination dwell the most
Upon a woman won or woman lost?
The Tower (1928)
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
The Tower (1928)
Mock mockers after that
That would not lift a hand maybe
To help good, wise or great
To bar that foul storm out, for we
Traffic in mockery.
The Tower (1928)
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
The Tower (1928)
Many ingenious lovely things are gone
That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,
protected from the circle of the moon
That pitches common things about.
The Tower (1928)
Whatever flames upon the night
Man’s own resinous heart has fed.
The Tower (1928)
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
The Tower (1928)
Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day.
Love’s pleasure drives his love away,
The painter’s brush consumes his dreams.
The Tower (1928)
Come let us mock at the great
That had such burdens on the mind
And toiled so hard and late
To leave some monument behind,
Nor thought of the levelling wind.
The Tower (1928)
All teeth were drawn, all ancient tricks unlearned,
And a great army but a showy thing;
What matter that no cannon had been turned
Into a ploughshare?
The Tower (1928)
That is no country for old men.
The Tower (1928)
Much did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
The Tower (1928)
Come let us mock at the good
That fancied goodness might be gay,
And sick of solitude
Might proclaim a holiday:
Wind shrieked— and where are they?
The Tower (1928)
Come let us mock at the wise;
With all those calendars whereon
They fixed old aching eyes,
They never saw how seasons run,
And now but gape at the sun.
The Tower (1928)
Locke sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
The Tower (1928)
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free.
The Tower (1928)
Odour of blood when Christ was slain
Made all platonic tolerance vain
And vain all Doric discipline.
The Tower (1928)
O what fine thought we had because we thought
That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
The Tower (1928)