Poem by Wilfred Owen

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. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified
2. Schoolmistress
3. Le Christianisme
4. Roundel
5. The Calls

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