《Funeral Blues》By：W.H.Auden

[00:00.24]Funeral Blues [00:01.92]by W. H. Auden [00:03.90]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, [00:13.84]Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, [00:19.09]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum [00:23.72]Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. [00:29.28]Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead [00:34.83]Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. [00:40.68]Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, [00:45.93]Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. [00:50.65]He was my North, my South, my East and West, [00:57.84]My working week and my Sunday rest, [01:01.75]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; [01:07.66]I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. [01:14.59]The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, [01:21.92]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, [01:26.29]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; [01:30.99]For nothing now can ever come to any good.