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The One Remains

THE ONE REMAINS by WILFRED OWEN I sometimes think of those pale, perfect faces My wonder has not looked upon, as yet; And of those others never to be met; And often pore I on the secret traces Left in my heart, of countenances seen, And lost as soon as seen,---but which mine eye Remembers as my old home, or the lie Of landscapes whereupon my windows lean. And as for those long known and worshipped long, But now, alas! no longer, and the song Of voices that have said 'Adieu, we part,' Their reminiscences would cease my heart, Except I still hoped find, some time, some place, All beauty, once for ever, in one face.

Citation

“The One Remains,” 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 15, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3357.

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