Kilka juveniliów Audena

Wiersze piętnastolatka.

On a Greek Tomb Relief

     Death sent
To fetch you, but you had no idle care.
You paused one moment more to dress your hair
     And went.

Envoi

Take up your load and go, lad
  And leave your friends behind
Whistle a song and be glad
  For now their thoughts are kind
Do not pause to reason why
  You sin as you sin must
There is no time before you die
  Live - ere you are only dust.
Turn you not to left or right
  Bear your sorrow well
Though the road be blackest night
  And the last end but Hell.
Go! This ugly world to rouse
  And for your mother's sake
Make for yourself the youthful vows
  Which you are bound to break.

Early Morning Bathing

What! are you still asleep in bed
The sky is such a brilliant blue
And dappled sunlight overhead
Throws down its dancing beams on you
What colours there are in the wood
Green hues I cannot count; and birds
Are busy singing in this wood
Too full of happiness for words
Hullo! so you are also here
O did you see; that dive was fine -
Lord! how the sun shines over there
You blasted fool! That towel is mine!
The bell sends forth its welcome chimes
Five minutes more to food I see
This world is far too good sometimes
For foolish folk like you and me.