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  author="Auden, Wystan Hugh"
  year_of_publication="1928"
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  genre="Poetry"
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  page_range="39"
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<paragraph keywords="road, animal, storm, season, other mobilities, car, affect, metaphor">
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From the very first coming down 
Into a new valley with a frown 
Because of the sun and a lost way, 
You certainly remain: to-day 
I, crouching behind a sheep-pen, heard 
Travel across a sudden bird, 
Cry out against the storm, and found 
The year’s arc a completed round 
And love’s worn circuit re-begun, 
Endless with no dissenting turn. 
Shall see, shall pass, as we have seen 
The swallow on the tile, spring’s green 
Preliminary shiver, passed 
A solitary truck, the last 
Of shunting in the Autumn. But now 
To interrupt the homely brow, 
Thought warmed to evening through and through 
Your letter comes, speaking as you, 
Speaking of much but not to come.
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Nor speech is close nor fingers numb, 
If love not seldom has received 
An unjust answer, was deceived. 
I, decent with the seasons, move 
Different or with a different love, 
Nor question overmuch the nod, 
The stone smile of this country god 
That never was more reticent, 
Always afraid to say more than it meant.
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