Follow, poet, follow right<br />To the bottom of the night,<br />With your unconstraining voice<br />Still persuade us to rejoice;<br /><br />With the farming of a verse<br />Make a vineyard of the curse,<br />Sing of human unsuccess<br />In a rapture of distress;<br /><br />In the deserts of the heart<br />Let the healing fountain start,<br />In the prison of his days<br />Teach the free man how to praise.

W.H. Auden

W.H. Auden