Enoch Powell: First Poems: XL) The lights are growing in the west

XL) The lights are growing in the west

The lights are growing in the west,

Nor yet the east is black;

The sun goes slower down to rest

And brings the summer back.

I hate the growing light of spring,

I hate the lingering sun,

I hate the sights that only bring

Regret for summers done.

Day in, day out, the sunset sky

Renews the grinding pain

Of springs and summers gone that i

Can never live again;

And when the sun below the sea

The clouds with crimson dyes,

I shrink and turn; for there I see

My life that bleeding lies.