Sir, no man's enemy, forgiving all <br />But will his negative inversion, be prodigal: <br />Send to us power and light, a sovereign touch <br />Curing the intolerable neural itch, <br />The exhaustion of weaning, the liar's quinsy, <br />And the distortions of ingrown virginity. <br />Prohibit sharply the rehearsed response <br />And gradually correct the coward's stance; <br />Cover in time with beams those in retreat <br />That, spotted, they turn though the reverse were great; <br />Publish each healer that in city lives <br />Or country houses at the end of drives; <br />Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at <br />New styles of architecture, a change of heart.<br /><br />Wystan Hugh Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/petition-3/
