J.H. Prynne - For a Quiet Day lyrics

There are some men that focus on the true intentness, as I know and wouldn't argue with: it is violent, the harp-I will not do it though, and the time is so gentle, in the shadow that any youth might sleep. But I will not do it, with the gilded harp and of all things, its pedals, for the nice touch. As the curves too are sometimes gentle, where we shall be in the succession of light, hope, the evening distracts: and it is always too fine, too hopeless and will not let the gentle course-by the chance rise of a voice. And if the intentness is more true, then I want the gentler course, where the evening is more of what we are: or the day as well-moist, casual, broken by inflictions of touch. This is the resting-place, out in the street. That we are so, and for the other thing I will not do it, will not; this is a quiet day.