"The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,Pour away..."

“The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

- W.H. Auden, from “Funeral Blues” (via theclassicsreader)