Stop All the Clocks

                               Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.......
                           
                               The stars are not wanted now, put out every one
                               Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
                               Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
                               For nothing now can ever come to any good

from
Funeral Blues
W.H Auden
1938

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Gun for Hire
1942