Compline

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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Behind the radio's altarlight 
The hurried talk to God goes on:
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,
Produce our lives beyond this night,
Open our eyes again to sun.

Unhindered in the dingy wards 
Lives flicker out, one here, one there,
To send some weeping down the stair 
With love unused, in unsaid words.
For this I would have quenched the prayer,

But for the thought that nature spawns 
A million eggs to make one fish.
Better that endless notes beseech 
As many nights, as many dawns,
If finally God grants the wish.