Wilfred Owen (Óèëôðåä Îóýí)

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. 

1. Roundel
2. Uriconium
3. Schoolmistress
4. Spells And Incantations
5. The Roads Also

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