Who called love conquering,
When its sweet flower
So easily dries among the sour
Lanes of the living7
Flowerless demonstrative weeds
Selfishly spread,
The white bride drowns in her bed
And tiny curled greeds
Grapple the sun down
By three o'clock
When the dire cloak of dark
Stiffens the town
I am busy working to bring Philip Arthur Larkin's "Who called love conquering" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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