As I walked out one evening
—by W·H·Auden
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
&`&Love has no ending.
&`&I&`&ll love you, dear, I&`&ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
&`&I&`&ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
&`&The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.&`&
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
&`&O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
&`&In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
&`&In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
&`&Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver&`&s brilliant bow.
&`&O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you&`&ve missed.
&`&The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
&`&Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
&`&O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
&`&O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.&`&
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.