Cecil Day-Lewis Biography

Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round
Pebbles of sounds in air's still lake,
Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none
Is known so small beside the sun:
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A frost came in the night and stole my world
And left this changeling for it - a precocious
Image of spring, too brilliant to be true:
White lilac on the window-pane, each grass-blade
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Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
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One of us in the compartment stares
Out of his window the whole day long
With attentive mein, as if he knows,
There is hid in the journeying scene a song
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Enter the dream-house, brothers and sisters, leaving
Your debts asleep, your history at the door:
This is the home for heroes, and this loving
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