He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I — W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

— W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
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