The Young Soldier Poem by Wilfred Owen

The Young Soldier

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It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,

Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow and even
Unto the martyr
Smiling at heaven:

It is the smile
Faint as a (waning) myth,
Faint, and exceeding small
On a boy's murdered mouth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rohit 27 June 2018

This all poems are heart melting

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Bigol Badavaboochie 11 January 2012

Makes me wanna say HOOOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY! ! !

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