Poems About W H Auden Seeking Friendly Advice

Hold to the fact
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;

Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.

So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.

Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.

What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...

Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.

We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.

What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.

I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...