Elegy In April And September Poem by Wilfred Owen

Elegy In April And September

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Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.

Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,-
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.

Look, brook! O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will stray among these fields for him.

Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.


Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose...

Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn...

Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood...

Dominic Richard Harisson 07 January 2021

scary, but my kind of scary....

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Samson Dawit Agegnehu 02 July 2016

Very nice poem with some cool rhyme!

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Laura Burns 09 September 2014

Interesting use of internal rhyme.

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Primrose Tee 05 May 2014

nice poem......................................

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Dawn Fuzan 27 April 2014

I like this one, its Good

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Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen

Shropshire / England
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