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.
'In Memory of Dylan Thomas' (1953)
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.Cecil Day Lewis
Tempt me no more; for I Have known the lightning's hour, The poet's inward pride, The certainty of power.Cecil Day Lewis
You that love England, who have an ear for her music, The slow movement of clouds in benediction, Clear arias of light thrilling over her uplands, Over the chords of summer sustained peacefully.Cecil Day Lewis
Do not expect again a phoenix hour, The triple-towered sky, the dove complaining, Sudden the rain of gold and heart's first ease Traced under trees by the eldritch light of sundown.Cecil Day Lewis