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The Promisers

THE PROMISERS by WILFRED OWEN When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay; The air said: Fare you fleetly; you will meet him! And when the prosp'rous sun was well begun, I heard a bird say: Sweetly you shall greet him! The sun fell strong and bold upon my shoulder; It hung, it clung as it were my friend's arm. The birds fifed on before, shrill-piping pipers, Right down to town; and there they ceased to charm. And there I wandered till the noon came soon, And chimed: The time is hastening with his face! Sly twilight said: I bring him; wait till late! But darkness harked forlorn to my lone pace.

Citation

“The Promisers,” 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 April 26, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3339.

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