Addressing his friend, he draws attention to what she brings to the world through her therapeutic calling: We fall down in the dance, we make The old ridiculous mistake, But always there are such as you Forgiving, helping what we do. O every day in sleep and labour Our life and death are with our neighbour, And love illuminates again The city and the lion's den, The world's great rage, the travel of young men. These lines are about the person to whom the poem is addressed but when we read them today could be about Auden himself. He