Wilfred Owen (1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)
Poems by Wilfred Owen : 6 / 80
An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.
Wilfred Owen
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: elegy, night
Poems by Wilfred Owen : 6 / 80
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