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Tempt me no more, for IThe certainty of power.
— Cecil Day Lewis
Tempt me no more, for IThe certainty of power.
Do not expect again the phoenix hour, Traced under trees by the eldritch light of sundown.
They who in folly or mere greedUs to speak up in freedom's cause.
It is the logic of our times,Defend the bad against the worse.
Is it birthday weather for you, dear soul?Is it fine your way
It's hard to believe a spirit could dieOf such generous glow
Put out the lights now!With stars and moons
So feast your eyes nowA phoenix in evergreen
Who will say farewell?Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
I have had worse partings, but none that so And love is proved in the letting go.
