Who called love conquering

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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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