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Autumnal

AUTUMNAL by WILFRED OWEN If it be very strange and sorrowful To scent the first night-frost in autumntide; If on the moaning eve when Summer died Men shuddered, awed to hear her burial; And if the dissolution of one rose (Whereof the future holds unnumbered store) Engender human tears,---ah! how much more Sorrows and suffers be whose sense foreknows The weakening and the withering of a love, The dying of a love that had been dear! Who feels upon a hand, but late love-warm, A hardness of indifference, like a glove; And in the dead calm of a voice may hear The menace of a drear and mighty storm.

Citation

“Autumnal,” by Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918). 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. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 19, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3295.

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