"O where are you going?" said reader to rider, <br />"That valley is fatal when furnaces burn, <br />Yonder's the midden whose odors will madden, <br />That gap is the grave where the tall return." <br /> <br />"O do you imagine," said fearer to farer, <br />"That dusk will delay on your path to the pass, <br />Your diligent looking discover the lacking <br />Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?" <br /> <br />"O what was that bird," said horror to hearer, <br />"Did you see that shape in the twisted trees? <br />Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly, <br />The spot on your skin is a shocking disease?" <br /> <br />"Out of this house" ‚ said rider to reader, <br />"Yours never will" ‚ said farer to fearer, <br />"They're looking for you" ‚ said hearer to horror, <br />As he left them there, as he left them there.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-where-are-you-going-3/
