A refusal to mourn the death,by fire, of a child in London

Never until the mankind making

Bird Beast and flower

Fathering and all humbling darkness

Tells with silence the last light breaking

And the still hour

Is come of the sea tumbling in harness

And I must enter again the round

Zion of the water bead

And the synagogue of the ear of corn

Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound

Or sow my salt seed

In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

The majesty and burning of the child's death.

I shall not murder

The mankind of her going with a grave truth

Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath

With any further

Elergy of innocence and youth

Deep with the first dead Lies London's daughter,

Robed in the long friends,

The grains beyond age,the dark veins of her mother,

Secret by the unmourning water

Of the riding Thames.

After the first death,there is no other.