You know the worst: your wills are fickle,
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past life a ruined church--
But let your poison be your cure.
The Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice (ed. 1967)
You know the worst: your wills are fickle,
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past life a ruined church--
But let your poison be your cure.
The Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice (ed. 1967)