“the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.” gets me every time. from Auden: “Not to lose time, not to get caught, Not to be lef

“the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.” gets me every time. from Auden: “Not to lose time, not to get caught, Not to be left behind, not, please! to resemble The beasts who repeat themselves, or a thing like water Or stone whose conduct can be predicted, these Are our common prayer, whose greatest comfort is music Which can be made anywhere, is invisible, And does not smell.”