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Wilfred Owen - A New Heaven (To-On Active Service)
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Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune;
Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon,
And from high Paradise are cursed and banned;

-Let`s die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev`rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev`rence.
Are not girls` breasts a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our own mothers` tears shall heal us whole.
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