Written 1930, published in The English Auden :Written 1936; also known as "Funeral Blues" File:Tunnels of Time.jpg|144px|thumb|right|Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last; Nurses to their graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.
Written 1936. Lines 1-4 Cold, impossible, ahead Lifts the mountain's lovely head Whose white waterfall could bless Travellers in their last distress.
Lines 17-20 Acts of injustice done Between the setting and the rising sun In history lie like bones, each one.
Written with Christopher Isherwood|Christopher Isherwood in 1936. Act II, Scene V