posted on 2024-04-19, 17:44authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide. And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing; But they shall gleam again with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.
History
Identifier
3383.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.