posted on 2024-04-19, 17:45authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
My shy hand shades a hermitage apart, --- O large enough for thee, and thy brief hours. Life there is sweeter held than in God's heart, Stiller than in the heavens of hollow flowers. The wine is gladder there than in gold bowls. And Time shall not drain thence, nor trouble spill. Sources between my fingers feed all souls, Where thou mayest cool thy lips, and draw thy fill. Five cushions hath my hand, for reveries; And one deep pillow for thy brow's fatigues; Languor of June all winterlong, and ease For ever from the vain untravelled leagues. Thither your years may gather in from storm, And Love, that sleepeth there, will keep thee warm.
History
Identifier
3334.txt
Creator
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
Date
1983
Date Created
01/01/1983
Temporal Date
31/12/1983
Type
Poem
Rights
The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.