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Wilfred Owen - From My Diary, July 1914
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Leaves
             Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.
Lives
             Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.
Birds
             Cheerily chirping in the early day.
Bards
             Singing of summer, scything thro` the hay.
Bees
             Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
Boys
             Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.
Flashes
             Of swimmers carving thro` the sparkling cold.
Fleshes
             Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold.
A mead
             Bordered about with warbling water brooks.
A maid
             Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.
The heat
             Throbbing between the upland and the peak.
Her heart
             Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek.
Braiding
             Of floating flames across the mountain brow.
Brooding
             Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough.
Stirs
             Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers;
Stars
             Expanding with the starr`d nocturnal flowers.
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