From Dylan Thomas: This Side Of The Truth.

This side of the truth,
You may not see, my son,
King of your blue eyes
In the blinding country of youth
That all is undone
Under the unminding skies
Of innocence and guilt
Before you move to make
One gesture of the heart or head
Is gathered and split
Into the winding dark
Like the dust of the dead

Good and bad, two ways
Of moving about your death
By the grinding sea
King of your heart in the blind days
Blow away like breath
Go crying through you and me
And the souls of all men
Into the innocent
Dark and the guilty dark, and good,
Death, and bad death, and then
In the last element
Fly like the stars' blood,

Like the sun's tears,
Like the moon's seed, rubbish
And fire, the flying rant
Of the sky, King of your six years.
And the wicked wish,
Down the beginning of plants
And animals and birds,
Water and light, the earth and sky,
Is cast before you move,
And all your deeds and words,
Each truth, each lie,
Die in unjudging love.