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Winter Song

WINTER SONG by WILFRED OWEN 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.

Citation

“Winter Song,” 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 2, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3373.

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