W H Auden - VII. Underneath an abject willow lyrics

Underneath an abject willow, Lover, sulk no more: Act from thought should quickly follow. What is thinking for? Your unique and moping station Proves you cold; Stand up and fold Your map of desolation. Bells that toll across the meadows From the sombre spire Toll for these unloving shadows Love does not require. All that lives may love; why longer Bow to loss With arms across? Strike and you shall conquer. Geese in flocks above you flying, Their direction know, Icy brooks beneath you flowing, To their ocean go. Dark and dull is your distraction: Walk then, come, No longer numb Into your satisfaction.