And life’s half-promising, and both their riling. The Epilogue With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed, And truthfully wrote the mother “Tim died smiling.” (S.I.W. = Self-inflicted Wound) The End (Wilfred Owen) After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne; After the drums of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage?- Or fill these void veins full again with youth, And wash, with an immortal water, Age? When I do ask white Age he saith not so:
And life’s half-promising, and both their riling. The Epilogue With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed, And truthfully wrote the mother “Tim died smiling.” (S.I.W. = Self-inflicted Wound) The End (Wilfred Owen) After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne; After the drums of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage?- Or fill these void veins full again with youth, And wash, with an immortal water, Age? When I do ask white Age he saith not so:
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