This verse in W H Auden's As I walked out one Evening struck me as very fitting just now:
In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
Some of WH Auden's poetry is quite depressing. He wrote Stop All The Clocks about a lover who had died and also wrote a peom about refugees.
I think the poem As I Walked Out One Evening was written at a difficult time in the poet's life - he was homosexual when it was illegal and deeply affected by war - of course, artisitic types are intensely sensitive.