Tempt me no more; for I Have known the lightning's hour, The poet's inward pride, The certainty of power.
1933 The Magnetic Mountain, pt.3, no.24.
Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.Cecil Day Lewis
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