The Spirit Wooed

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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Once I believed in you,
And then you came,
Unquestionably new, as fame 
Had said you were. But that was long ago.

You launched no argument,
Yet I obeyed,
Straightway, the instrument you played
Distant down sidestreets, keeping different time,

And never questioned what 
You fascinate
In me; if good or not, the state 
You pressed towards. There was no need to know

Grave pristine absolutes 
Walked in my mind:
So that 1 was not mute, or blind,
As years before or since. My only crime

Was holding you too dear 
Was that the cause 
You daily came less near - a pause 
Longer than life, if you decide it so?