Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The Fall of Rome.

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... More by W H Auden . W. H. Auden 1940. Auden himself made those two changes in wording. Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Wystan Hugh Auden (/ ˈ w ɪ s t ən ˈ h juː ˈ ɔː d ən /; 21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973) was an Anglo-American poet.Auden's poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical achievement, its engagement with politics, morals, love, and religion, and its variety in tone, form, and content. Romantic or. Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, entitled Lullaby, is one of the finest love-lyrics of W.H. English poet, playwright, critic, and librettist Wystan Hugh Auden exerted a major influence on the poetry of the 20th century. The Collected Poems prints the revised version, and represents the author's final wishes for how the poem would be printed. Auden, “This Lunar Beauty,” 1930; “Lullaby,” 1937 and “As I Walked Out One Evening,” 1940.

Devoid your portrait of its vexations and rest. Lullaby by Poet WH Auden.

Lullaby. Home /; Poetry ” Lullaby” is a love poem spoken to someone who’s sleeping. Auden. It was first published in New Writing, Spring 1937, and later included in the Collected Shorter Poems, 1950. Eliot. When Auden died in 1973, TIME magazine called 'Lullaby' perhaps the greatest English language lyric poem of the 20th century.

Proves the child ephemeral: Auden grew up in Birmingham, England and was known for his extraordinary intellect and wit. This material is not licensed under a Creative Commons license.

By W.H. Roz Kaveney places the poem in the context of Auden’s life and times. Lullaby (From: Another Time) Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away. Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, 7/12/2016 1 Comment This is quite a long post but I just found I had a lot to say about this poem!