Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions/ To all musicians, appear and inspire…
I cannot grow,
I have no shadow
To run away from,
I only play.
I cannot err,
There is no creature
Whom I belong to,
Whom I could wrong.
I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.
All you lived through,
Dancing because you
No longer need it
For any deed.
I shall never be
Different. Love me.
W.H.AUDEN
