Summer 1948 • Vol. X No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1948 |

Epithalamion

(To William Jay and Barbara H. Smith, Oct. 1, 1947) If my will could become this night With all my conscious stars to witness The marriage of this human pair— Their gilded fitness The majesty upon my air— And canopied beneath my trees Their limbs on moss among my flowers— My whisper of blessings and sighs Would conspire with their own powers Their furthest will to realize. That they, who in admiring meeting Physically interpenetrate, Should have my universe as bed To lie down early there and late By close and remote days re-wed. That their explored happiness Of mingled far discourse, should be Stretched beyond this narrow space Where their crescent limbs agree, Into a timeless bodiless grace. And when the hiding seas divide, That their invisible presences Should follow between land and land: And all dividing differences Should be their hand reaching their hand. Within this dragon-haunted era, That these should their faith perfect To dome withi

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An English poet, novelist and essayist, Stephen Spender (1909-1995) came to prominence in the 1930s alongside W. H. Auden and others. He was appointed the seventeenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the United States Library of Congress in 1965 and focused his work on themes of social justice.

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