W. H. Auden

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At Last the Secret is Out

At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe
to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cup and in the square
the tongue has its desire
Still waters run deep, my dear,
and there’s never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue,
the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddenly singing,
high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes,
the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer,
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret,
a private reason for this.

From: Collected…

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